Ded Right

Lyrics

[J-Mega] Get response from BK, in the Bronx you see J In Queens and Manhattan, the Island of Staten Flashin, I kid around, shorties I bend them down Horizontally, like the Fronto leaf Pass it on ta me I still take two tokes With tha franchise for making a few notes Guns my crew totes, stay licensed Mega Large, the K, G.V the Ison So dope you take a liking And never leave, it's better to receive From a shorty, how she blessed me, and her friends bless me And they friends bless me And so on and so on, the Mega get his Ho on The Benz wit the gold on, me I got my dough on Plus glow on, what I flow on, you fold on You too slow on, gets no one I fears no one, and throw on, you need ta grow one And I'mma go on til' I hit the jackpot Hate phony ass rappers wit weak styles that act hot And I'm a crack shot, who shootin up tha chart? Number one with the bullet, All City good shit Now watch a hood get hype for me I guess the time ta shine is just right fo' me I guess she might call me, now that I'm stackin' You know what the problem is with most of you cats, y'all need backin' [Hook] - 2X Yo if it's hot then you dead right, we here every night Livin tha high life, under the red lights In the club sippin' iced Don, getting my Nice on Scope the scene for something nice then I'm gone [Greg Valentine] I make maneuvers wit Kahlua's and Bailey's, JoJo and Casey hear me It's Valentine, yours sincerely You rarely see major players with a pair and gleam Without ice on, they so nice-on It's extremely hot on the block that I be on Some cool as a fan shit, without the Freon And way beyond, what the average cat be on So you couldn't put a price on this, I'm priceless They call me Mac-A-Ho, quik ta spit at a ho Spectacular glow, I drop lovely and pop bubbly Not one of the, niggas I run wit is lame It's ill, I personally feel we mastered tha game Now the word in tha hood is the City is hot New wave, El Demarco it's a pity you not Either get me or get got, is the rules in tha street And that's the same for this rap game I jack you for your beats I stay relaxed troop, skunk in the Coupe, gun in my boot Beirut style Offi-cal, slow down before I twist out Wit' the pist-al, piss crystal City style, something exquisite, six digits [Hook] - 2X Yo if it's hot then you dead right, we here every night Livin tha high life, under the red lights In the club sippin' iced Don, getting my Nice on Scope the scene for something nice then I'm gone [J-Mega] What I formulate, all my niggas on the corner play They call on J, the next ta hold a flow, what more ta say? That's all it take, with no questions High rollers and nothing less then My Baisley shorty's tha Best Western For the blessin', you see I react ta stacks, salute The Bastard who, been right since "The Actual" It's not a game yo; it's something that I have ta do You come up lame though, that's when I'm gunning after you [Greg Valentine] I'm dressed appropriate, a night on the town, wit my associates We rolling thick, lookin' for shorties who's holdin dick In the strip bar, bargain bizarre, it's bizarre Chicks galore, anaconda draggin' on the floor High endurance, top notch shit for your insurance Stellar performance, that's how tha City got enormous I e'sures all when on floor, wit the corporates Valentine Esquire, God know higher [Hook] - 2X Yo if it's hot then you dead right, we here every night Livin tha high life, under the red lights In the club sippin' iced Don, getting my Nice on Scope the scene for something nice then I'm gone [Outro] Yo man, without this muh'fuckin paper It's like we ain't- we here for nothin' if you ain't got no money in ya pocket baby bro I'm out here tryna get EVERYthing ya namsayin'? (Yo give me another shot of that shit son) I want everything, every dime I could get I'm tryna get it man (Yo G, roll that blunt son) I'm money hungry bro [Outro Verse: Greg Valentine] Valentine I be the cream of the crop at the top of the shelf Go all out for wealth, smoke a whole L for delf Anticipate your moves while niggas be faking grooves See we tryna keep it smooth, Aight? Now tonight it's all about partying, hella trees, dark Bacardi, and decked out in cardigans Me and my squadron some large men It's on another plane, we out to headline the show It's no baying above the name It's all for the fame!