Chorus x2
Everytime I feel this shit I`m motivated
Not only do we flow this shit we demonstrate it
We come to far to turn back now I hope we make it
But everytime them prophets fly I`m motivated
(Juicy J)
Back in the days
I used to get down
Pockets on e
I can`t do nothin` but frown
Feelin` my belly and don`t come around
Had to be pushin` that bope by the pound
Go with da folk that be pullin` a bitch
Not to popular now you know you`re the shit
Fuckin` with reala
That know you`re legit
Pushin` that shit that you shoot in your wrist
had ot be down about makin` my grip
Pumpin` the beat
Hopin` the needle won`t skip
Nukin` a dinner while flippin` the script
Niggas still trippin` still runnin` they lip
Now they just comin` in larger amounts
Then I stack them in my bank account
This is for half of your ass watch it bounce
Motivation for my power and clout
(DJ Paul)
20 years old
Ridin` in a 80,000 dollar viper
Better watch out for the snipers
They be bumpin` our tapes
But they really don`t like us
Why must some local bustas try to dis me
When they don`t even know me
Not knowin` i`ll run up on they ass
With a motherfuckin` mac
Kill em` all off slowly
I`m tryin` to keep my cool, keep my cool
Cause I got plenty to lose
My fuckin` surroundings be another nigga singin` the blues
So how I keep`s myself on top of things and motivate
I quickly erase all you hoes that be playa hatin`
Chorus x2
(Gangsta Boo)
For you motherfuckin` niggas
For you motherfuckin` hoes
Stayin` real as ca be
On my fuckin` ten toes
Never be the one to fall
I`m rising oh so quickly
I know you hate me
But I`m gon` stay motivated
This crazy lady
Don`t give a fuck bout` what you say
It don`t mean shit
Maybe cause I`m stackin` cheese
And you ain`t stackin` nothin` but dicks
Including you niggas too
You be ridin` on dicks
I know you do
I`m stayin` on top of my game
I`ll be number one so nigga fuck you
(Scarecrow)
This music game is gonna drive me insane
It`s all about figures
Cause when you`re dealin` with heavy stakes
Somethin` gon` brake or get injured
Niggas talkin` bout` paying dues
I got the bruises to prove it
Did everything a nigga could do
To make it in the game of rap music
But still everytime I try to make a move some mothefuckers always
gotta doubt
And then them very same niggas don`t know what the fuck they talkin`
bout`
Keepin` the faith up on my plate
Was the reflection of my face
Sayin` it to make it but still gave the good Lord his grace
Chorus...till fade
