Sam Sneed - U Better Recognize (extended remix) lyrics

[Sam (Dre):] (I heard Sam was going solo) God damn, you didn't know so Well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow I'm hitting harder than Berry Boss so check the golden child Throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off n***as proper Did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah) Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me Mad advanced and my sk**s are all about the dollar bills From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that Was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn't hold it back Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure Mobbing with the ill n***a, with his finger on a bigger trigger Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps) Making do', eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah) So peep game, best believe I love my peeps That's why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps (that's right) So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise So open your eyes, I think you better recognize [Dre (Sam):] Once again it's the man with the masterplan They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [x2] [Sam (Dre):] I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played punk cops And mad props cause I ran with hard rocks (yeah) From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?) Them build up enough Luther by keys No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own to pulling capers I'm a sneaky slick n***a, I never had to pull the trigger (right) I mack, and on top and that I'm used to staying wicked with just 24-7 You can ask my ex-hooker But now I'm on some new improved sh** Making hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o When I had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm) Yes indeedy, I wasn't greedy, got my n***as out the gutter Now they're rolling with the Sam Sneezy Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry These whack creators, I call 'em imitators (ah yeah) Been trying to see me, but see I'm unexplainetory With the fame and glory, that's why I gotta tell my story With no disguise, a lot of n***as despise Because I'm on an uprise, so I think you better recognize [Dre (Sam):] Once again it's the man with the masterplan They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [x2] (Think you better recognize) [x2] [Sam (Dre):] Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy So fire up a blunt let's have an end of the sanity Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my n***as Hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick) f** what you've heard, recognize what you be seeing It's time to earn truth to the game human being I'm that little ba** n***a trying to get mine, f** a nine Cause I'll incline with the mastermind I got my crew in my corner so I can't loose Cause I'm paying mad douze in this record biz, I don't snooze And s**ers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam I can't be faded Sam-am Playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers Cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars I'm a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight Baby get it right, I ain't the one, so take flight b**hes give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo Thinking they can get my loot, I never trip to knock the boots I gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thies All eyes on the price, so I think you better recognize [Dre (Sam):] Once again it's the man with the masterplan They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [x2] Once again it's the man with the masterplan They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [x2]