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Heavy Hitters - Kanye West
Written by：Kanye West/Miri Ben-Ari/L. Harris
Heavy hitters fo' life heavy hitters fo' life
You rappers think I give a f**k about the way that they spit
Wanna be on my album but don't want me on they sh*t
Everybody thought I was makin' a compilation
I was really makin' myself they competition
Fresh off the plane from the All-Star game
on TV so it's All-Star trains
Just picture man no snitchin' man
Somethin' for the fiends fresh out the kitchen man
Last 9 11 I was poor on the ave
'Til I pulled out my map
Not it's course 9 11 and I'm floorin' the gas
Gotta lotta problems but at least one that Annette have no more
Uh well Dame look at how everybody changed
Tell Jay that I'm 'bout to change the game
Tell B I G that we about to get paid
All my niggaz about to have it made
This makes everything else sound played
Goddamn Kanye (Kanye) Kanye
Now hold up
Ain't nobody messin' with me dog
Now you say it (ain't nobody messin' with you at all)
I told dude ＂You can't even rap on my interlude＂
Now does that make me as rude as you
(When the album comin' out ) Man the peoples is askin'
Y'all don't model Adidas just stick with the fashion
Y'all already got do' so just spit for the passion
The way ya rhyme give me Tribe Called Quest flashbacks
And let's not even bring up the tracks man
Nope nope let's not do that man
You eatin' up the game like Pac-Man
He got the whole world shakin' just like crack fangs
Heavy hitters fo' life Roc-a-Fella is fo' life
Throw your diamonds up throw your diamonds up
Throw your diamonds
Let the beat ride out for a minute
Let's take it there take it there man
It's not supposed to be
(GLC where you at ni**a )
How many niggaz you know put their life on the line and get signed
Did a few high crimes almost got lifetime
After the sunshine you thinkin' it might count
How could I mic out just look at my account
I used to work at the mall with nothin' at all
Seein' niggaz that ball that sh*t was depressin'
Keep my clothes in the cleaners I hate with the pressin'
When I copied hounds it was my best investment
Dre got shot and it taught me a lesson
I'm stickin' niggaz up and them rubbery masses
Mash like Batman minus the tight pants
Would hit your baby momma but her elbows is ashy
Fo' different blues man your outfit is crashin'
You ain't got no muscles dude you weakling bastard
Man look at your haircut
Mm hmm mm hmm NAW your hair sucks
How many niggaz you know is really heavy hitters
'87 go getters two hoes like John Ritter
Even did it on his crime picture and ye
And offers to sell and yell uh
Heavy hitters fo' life Roc-a-Fella is fo' life
Throw your diamonds up throw your diamonds up
Throw your diamonds