Heavy Hitters

Kanye West2008年4月7日

歌詞

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

 

***歌詞來自第三方***