Hall of Fame

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Samuel Shabazz] Ayy, how you feeling, Face? Niggas ran away from home, we ran from dealin', Face Started rappin', tryna stack up on a million, Ray Never knew we had to live amongst a million fakes [Verse 2: Babyface Ray] And honestly I can't feel my face Money motivate, money come with hate Let her ride with the stars, she ain't in the Wraith I can't pass a piss test, I been sippin' drank Damn bitch is you crazy, why you keep callin' me? She don't want nun if she can't get all of me Don't come with no pape if you ain't got all of it Mindstate George Bush, tryna get the oil, yeah What the fuck you sippin', nigga? Put some more in there I can't tell you 'bout the mall man I had to order that Two K's, Kenan, Kel, you know I'm wit' all of that Tell me how to lead the game? I'm the fuckin' quarterback [Verse 3: Samuel Shabazz] One thing I can never do is argue the truth I'll break it down for you, but it's harder than school Need a Hublot and a two-door and a Harley [?] If I let you niggas tell it I'll be partly the fool Niggas turnt they back on me that was part of the crews When you turnt your back on me, I won't hardly confused Neva turn my back on you, that was part of the rules The world'll be fucked up if I did what you do [Verse 4: Babyface Ray] I got lobster ravioli, I got that for the crew I got racks, yeah, they on me, she jumped right in the mood I stood by the deep end and jumped right in the pool I can still pull to the trenches any night with the goon You gotta Amiris, so what Throw it back, play my song Blow a rack, niggas broke They can't say what they want They holding back I was broke, man I swear I hated that, ain't goin back She was bad but ain't shit, cut her off, no goin back [Verse 5: Veeze] Monkey on my back, cause I be trappin in Bape Send a life guard yo bitch got caught in the wave Ion smile alot, the clip look like a smirk on the Kay Don't compare me to these niggas, that's a smack in the face Been doin this shit since back in the day, I don't know nothin' 'bout basic Same lil bitch who fuckin Ray wanna fuck me, think I made it All these niggas wanna be my sons, I'll kill they ass like Kanan Yeah, we write on paperwork, but, nigga, it ain't no statement I showa nigga how to dress the white girl up, I ain't the Wayans I hit a bomboclat with thirty shots like I'm Jamaican We them niggas drip with choppas on us, Wavy Navy