Rick Ross - The Show lyrics

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Rick Ross - The Show lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Don't say on the beat what you won't say in the streets Cause face to face n***as never said it to me I came here to eat every way to the bone Never put mama on hold up whenever she call I follow the law, shine bright illuminated Got n***as in black hoodies homicide celebrated Folarin on raw, you other nerds stepped on In my German couture, the Nation of Islam Forgive me, I'm flawed, the dollar signs is all I saw I knew once I got a Beamer, the b**hes would come aboard I pray to the Lord as I'm holding on the sword And off with your n***as' heads if you come between me and tomorrow Nike, and I upgraded the Ree's Real checks is all a n***a sees So watch where you step and love what you rep And realize that today is just another test Say bye to the boy [Hook: Aaron Wess] This crazy world Is all I know The cars and clothes It's all for show So let's start the show Let's start the show Let's start the show Let's start the show [Verse 2: Wale] And I'm feeling like the world's at my neck When your revenue's sufficient you just work for respect Every verse, every breath, your dollar woes is adios Minus the arrogance, my these coons' is maricons Not even close to touching us, what the f** is up? Heroes turn to cluckers and sellers turn into customers All my money coming in plural far as the women love All my bunnies outta this world like Captain Bucky O Hair to the small of her back Probably just wanted a n***a stacks And tell me that it ain't cause of rap And I got plans of me calling her back The ones who never hear back My type of ho like an error syntax And I brought Virginia, the District, as well as Maryland back But I must have done it all with Rey Mysterio's hat I put my soul in the culture, but what is it giving me back? Has your n***as mind erased, don't let your memory lapse, boy [Hook] [Verse 3: Wale] Upper echelon spitting, what the f** is up? I'm hospitable, blowing on that medical And I wish that Channel 2 would give a n***a better news But everybody hanging with us rarely ever knew us Forever rude hoes, I don't ever need Can't stimulate me mentally, then we should never be However we can meet, it's something from you I need It's something about women I don't need I'll forever fiend for, even if a n***a team's full They riding with the styles and that's word to Teen Wolf You know the team'll do it, cause the team is raw Don't know your lady's cleaners, but I'm in her jeans as much Beg for her feature, then angry with me when I be busy Before I hit it they was telling me "wire over sixty" Racks for a rap, racks for a rap Now I see the same n***as, charge 'em for a dap [Hook]