[Rah:] Hey hip hop I see what you doing 4thirty ain't mad at you neither Let's do this [Hook: Rah] Look at my wrist Look at my kicks Look at my neck
made it On this ladder And I'm destined to climb [Pro:] To the sky To the sky It's a bird It's a plane 4thirty wilding like we won a championship game
a fuck If we get a ticket and Why I pay a hundred dollars for a watch? Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans And thirty thousand
stab my heart like, ouch Six thirty in the morning, I've arrived early from tour Step into the house, I'm walking up the stairs 1 step, 2 step, 3 step, 4
Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the X Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex Drunk drivin tryin to stack my loot While other
signs, lettin' off rounds for mine Back in the hood like my niggaz think I should But knockin' on wood, they got a nigga back on that good Back on a mission in other
you droppin your raps to diss me I only recognize the top of your hats And I don't like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough He keep thirty niggaz with him
that'll open you up [Twista] You gotta send the deck up when we holla *Repeat* [Royce Da 5'9"] One of a hundred niggaz'll hate my shit Eighty-nine'll bite, the other
the verdict? im certified dope get murdered by words that i wrote no joke thats right hey yo you heard it? im certified dope get smoked by thirty five guys on coke get roped by thirty
to Throw your raps in the sleep hold, quick to snuggle you Dart heat your breastplate, meet ya death date Rook down a E4 look, it's checkmate No other
motherfuckin' Vulcan My specialty is poetically, lyrically Eenergetically, ultra magnetically Dogg Pound pedigree Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch Only grimy shit, dirty shit, holocaust in thirty-thirty
' each other on a East Coast block Killin' each other on a West Coast block White police, don't give a care about dat Dem want us killin' each other
AIN'T NOBODY HOME! How much money, just for three kids I got three other hoes layin' down they bids Don't think I wont choke out all 4 of they faces I
ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop Would ya hate me? If we couldn't drop the top I know ya love me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc I know ya hate me '
I know she was a cute, lil', stout tender Ready to put it down, whether rain or shine She always, always, always.. [Chorus 4x] [MJG whispering 4x]
sell the telly And make evenings by the fire And little kicks inside her This moring at 4:50 I took her rather nifty Down to an incubator And thirty
wit chicks Ex-out in the mornin, still fuckin the bitch (But, dat be dem) Dice games 4,5,6 Well it's a drought, niggas holdin bout 4/5 bricks (But, dat
bring her around my house at four o'clock And you can come and pick her up at 4:03 If you can pry her off of me I got a whole lot of others just waitin
