Rick Ross - Like i see lyrics

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Rick Ross - Like i see lyrics

[Jah Cure:] Jamaica, stand up! [Rick Ross:] Yeah! To all rude boys in the capital Cure again [Mavado:] Ye-e-eh Jah Cure: Meet me up in Kingston Put me on your radar I'd be out there hustlin' Gettin' to the paper Come to my neighborhood Be on your best behavior You don't wanna test, we put the G in the Gangsta Original mangler I can rearrange ya Giving you ordinarily to the danger I own the block, b**h Acting like a stranger Boy, I'm a major Shots callin' like I see it [x2] [Rick Ross:] Count a half of million In the back sit of the Phantom Burn out all the k**ers just to see my n******gs had them Stacking up the paper like it's going out of style No love for the judge Money longer than the trail Heart full of anger got a pocket full of honeys Burnin' onion in the chalice all you s**ers getting punished Lick a shot for Dudus if you're real, mother f**er Blaka! Blaka! Two times if you're real, mother f**er Big 45 for my old G5 Stacks on deck but it so behind Never leaving my competition breathing Jah Cure pushing Lamborghinis through Kingston Shots callin' like I see it [repeats] [Mavado:] See me I was caught up in the fast lane Hustle till morning Never stop until the cash came Really "Mister Make It" is my last name Life is like a poker, but I never played my last game You see me Now they wish they coulda be me Was born in the gully, now I'm big in every city (Ha ha) Now I'm gaining every penny Send me to this world again and I'm a make it pretty Heathen best agonize when we rise Smoking cush and have a girl by my side Peeping Tom with them eye open wide Nah tell you something, I ah snide Shots callin' like I see it [x4] [Jah Cure:] Every ghetto Every gully Every lane We don't need no visas To come through your speakers See me in a video Cleaner than a preacher Turn to pay-per-view five nights and me feature You give me respect In return, I'm a treat ya Youth, I'm a reach her Message, I'm a teach her That we go on, we have no time for the leisure Music, we be smuggle in a room for the seizure Pa** me a reason Shots callin' like I see it [x4] [Jah Cure:] Every ghetto Every gully Every lane Don't bring trouble on my way Unless you wanna pay Hear the words I say Coming from the Bossman Almighty This one for the streets For the youth in them in the hot of tha city We ah huslte dis hit to everywhere yes hear me Cure to the World Looking for me up in Kingston Put me on your radar I'd be out there hustlin' Gettin' to the paper Come to my neighborhood Be on your best behavior You don't wanna test, we put the G in the Gangsta Original mangler I can rearrange ya Giving you ordinarily to the danger I own the block, b**h Acting like a stranger Boy, I'm a major Shots callin' like I see it Jamaica, Stand up! Yeah! Ye-e-eh