His Story

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, I got nothin' but authentic conversation for you suckers Believe that Like doorknobs, all them hoes get they turn Red Cafe, Dynamic uno, look [Verse 1] Hold up, Ma$e went to church I signed to Bad Boy, got right to work Puff drop the bag off on my door step I'm a killer, I get paid for assassins more or less No time to wonder where Craig Mack at I been in the kitchen makin' fish snap back R.I.P. Biggie, we still kept the Faith D-Roc still got ya Jesus piece in the safe Me, ten years consecutive ballin' While you lockin' up these hoes startin' thinkin' you sergeants I'm shootin' game at a bitch, that's for target practice Gave her couple hundred, cost of Target mattress Thug Life 'til I die, I'm on my Makaveli These niggas actin' like girls, Tyler Perry I holla good morning, then holla goodbye Them shooters with me, y'all don't wanna be the bullseye License suspended, G pass valid They love me down Miami, ask Rozay and Khaled My Baltimore niggas huggin' corners like a Beamer They re-up twice a week so I give to 'em cheaper [Chorus] I got the grams on sale How we do it on the East side My nigga home on bail Real nigga, what it be like I'm stackin' dirty money, pockets lookin' chubby Clientele, gotta flow (gotta flow) My Shakedown niggas let it go, dadada, la la la la [Verse 2] First Roc-A-Fella break up, then Dipset break up Me and Los' stayed down, look, got the weight up They locked up Jacob for washin' dirty money What they gon' do to me, I fuck with Puffy, Dirty Money My pockets lookin' chubby, they say I'm gettin' chubby They see me with the Money Team, they say I'm gettin' money I keep 9 M&M's, guess I'm Shady The jewels Gray like my first name Macy Last Friday, y'all was actin' like Day-Day But this Friday, I'll be expectin' that pay day The work on the block, it bubble like champagne Now Benjamins behind me like Andre last name My Colombian connect, I'll be here winnin' Puttin' numbers up now, y'all can wait for next innin' We got it movin', it's in a U-Haul That boy and that girl, it's fuckin' RuPaul, what else? [Chorus] I got the grams on sale How we do it on the East side My nigga home on bail Real nigga, what it be like I'm stackin' dirty money, pockets lookin' chubby Clientele, gotta flow (gotta flow) My Shakedown niggas let it go, dadada, la la la la