2009 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 1

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Uh Call me Dracula, 'cause all I do is count chips Your money mini, I ain't talkin' 'bout the mouse, trick These girls runnin' like I just threw the bouquet They know I'm headed to the top like a toupee Now all the bums is wonderin' where I be's at If you ain't a Barbie, it's none of ya freakin' beeswax These little rappers, I can see them in my dash cam I know they grouchy like Oscar up out the trash can I'm on stage; you can sit in the crowd I be up in Lear jets, make a left at the cloud, haha I think she need the Heimlich; she the chokin' kind She gets no burn, no smokin' sign Yeah, metaphor heaven So they approve Nicki like my credit score seven Mac and cheese, six, fried chicken da guts And I'm killing these bitches, Mike Vickin' it up, yeah [Verse 2: Buckshot] Don't play with Buck; I'm not a video game I'm so serious, put so many holes in your brain You oblivious to the fact you oh, period Who the ass said, who the ass meant "Y'all, there he is!" Look, neck full of high-class diamonds The wrist lookin' like it made a trip to Mohammed In the Colosseum or Harlem or Canal You cop jewels by the pennyweight, I go by the pound Anyway, I go by the sound, not by the style So when you cop my CD, you can go out of town Go outta bounds? I'm blowin' the whistle: referee BDP, y'all know I'm official, y'all go, I'ma tissue Y'all dudes is shit, you'll go lights out, wiped out Can't outwit me, outsmart me or outfit me Listen, this my year I got the arsenal with me, this my [?] [Verse 3: Crown Royyal] Check the hoodie, check the feet So fly I need air traffic control to direct me through the street Cash the check; I'm fresh to death Like I die, it's suicide, then I resurrect Then I do it again, ostrich skin I got National Geographics on my clothes; tune-in, ha Yeah, you could try to keep up, but I know you not worthy I keep a nest for these birds, 'cause I know they be thirsty Been swaggin' all my life, man, what is this? Your third day? Swagger 3000, all my fly people, it's your day Rock star to rebel, on another level Gotta give you the scoop with no shovel Chandelier wrist, check the bezel Crown Royyal, I'm bumpin' like bass and treble I check these dudes fresh; they just don't pass Guess I gotta take 'em to swag class, ah [Verse 4: Joe Budden] Wanna talk about bars, mine leave it be Never needed an A&R, mine needed me There's one thing in this world I can't stomach's a fake You tryna stop what ain't come with a brake, some of y'all made a mistake Some of y'all been deprived, ain't seen the skill Just got the truck customized, got a meaner grill Told baby, just bein' real "Leave or get balls in your mouth," I spoke to her like Serena Will' Top back, top cats get a beatin' Sayin' you the best, should stop it, it's misleadin' 'Cause I might cock back to get even It's not a wet dream; you just gettin' shot at while you sleepin', uh Feel like the game can't be weaker That's why homie rarely do the cameos and features I'm good with my insanity and fevers 'Cause Pac lookin' from heaven sayin', "They ain't understand me neither" Wanna play it ain't worth it, maybe why I'm feeling like 'Ye, you prolly won an award, but you ain't deserve it" Circa '01, homeboy, he a vet Leave 'em deep regrets like they Tila Tequila's neck You past your prime, I ain't spit ether yet You need a major; I just need an ethernet Word on the street, I made the OG's be upset 'Cause I'm a student of the game, not a teacher's pet