Rick Ross - Been lyrics

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Rick Ross - Been lyrics

[Intro:] Hey Dre I see you n***a, hey tell them n***as this is out man. Tell them how it's never with no (?) we're still standing man, know what I'm saying? [Bridge:] Hell naw, they don't want it with us Hell naw, they don't want it with the squad Hell naw, they don't want it with the boy Hell naw, they to go to war! [Verse 1:] They like - I can't believe you f** with Dre but I heard some sh** about him, Jiggolo he gonna rape ya And they don't even know the half A 100% of (?) I look at 'em and laugh And we deceased, that's the word on the street And please quit (?) the crown (?) cheap And what about me man? They in my motherf**in' business But Suave House started it, you know we gonna finish That's the situation brah, benefits and incentives That means I'm countin' stacks while you n***as gettin' (?) Get your motherf**in' mind right, be about your business Jiggolo here for the limelight, the flow is so relentless The beat's nasty, somebody call the censors Put it in your deck and they gonna beat them 12 senseless I driveby on the beat without a witness That's 16 shots without a single apprehension [Hook:] We been trill, been real, been stuntin' Been pimpin', done, done it, still on that sh** We been ridin' big cars, big rims Thick broads, low (?), cause they on my dick [Verse 2:] So we was gone for a minute, observe and yea we back Dre said get that a**, no pity, don't cut 'em slack You, you lukewarm, I'm fire, I'm really that I'm so much flyer, Force 1's and fitted cap Man up, that's the squad, we hotter than plenty cats But, players like pussies get clapped up like pity-pats Man, I'm in the hood, but naw, I ain't in the trap You guessed it, I'm with your b**h, she lives up in my lap Naw, I let the speakerbox jam She loves B-E-P, so where I am? Then I hop in the Chevy and get ghost We been ridin' 24's, so your (?) Yea, 26's to be exact Got the top down, titties out, 12's in the back And I'm done hot, spit it while I Jig on the track I can show them cool, this is where it's at [Hook:] [Verse 3:] Man, they see my crockpot I'm in the kitchen I mean that literal, cook it up like Emeril Hip-hop general, get off my genitals 10 to your b**h because she love to get physical Reach pinnacle, she swallow all the minerals Does her body good, she love milk, and it's identical Subliminal, shots flow criminal If I call you out leave your career condition critical Have you feelin' pitiful I represent the South where we so hospitable But n***as quick to spit a few Shots, and they clinical They don't give a f** man, don't make them n***as get at you You gonna need a miracle Just so you can see it through Say I ain't the sh**, n***a must be sniffin' chemicals Tell you what the (?)'ll do Take over the industry, got these n***as into me That's why (?) middle finger to the enemy [Hook:]