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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Vocals
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Vocals
Naki Snagz Levi
Naki Snagz Levi
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Composer
Joseph Jones
Joseph Jones
Composer
Gian Bravo
Gian Bravo
Composer
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Composer
Bryan Higgins
Bryan Higgins
Composer
James Jackson
James Jackson
Composer
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Composer
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Composer
Malik Izaak Taylor
Malik Izaak Taylor
Composer
Naki Snagz Levi
Naki Snagz Levi
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gian Bravo
Gian Bravo
Producer
Zeke Mishanec
Zeke Mishanec
Recording Engineer
Kenny Lloyd
Kenny Lloyd
Recording Engineer
Alex Estevez
Alex Estevez
Assistant Engineer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I told Swizz they ain't ready for the smoke though (oh!) Still got niggas that be pointin' guns at the po-po Probably got a picture of your auntie in my photos That was you in front the building When she was hoppin' out my four-door Shit, but what you like 19 now? But you probably still never had like 19 thou' In my day I had to work to bring the white fiends down Brought some crackheads around, just to wipe the V down Why drink Rose when Jay got Aces? Free Leek he was with me the other day up in Aces Bunch of pretty watches with the frozen up faces We got them lawyers we can call just to close up the cases Shit, I'm from Harlem, what I stunt in is outrageous Went up in the dealer just to cop somethin' outrageous Yeah we got parents, but the drug dealers raised us And shit, I prayed to God, but the lord never saved us So we stuck what we stuck, what was fuckin' with that? I pack guns with shoulder stocks with the muffler attached We take trips to different places with the butler attached Or playback the Maybach, press a button relax Preach Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh Preach Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh Supreme Court hearings, brand new McLarens Suede pipe seats, Tiptronic steering Baby this is art that come with no commission Could be a blind man, but you gotta know the vision Private jets just to blow the izzo Parden me 'cause I been accused of male chauvinism Gettin' head in the whip, and havin' no collisions Never lackin' 'cause I keep that fully loaded with em Shit, you know I gotta shout the bros in prison (eastside) My nigga Gleem is like a blow magician Shit, he cook it up and watch it disappear Shit, now light it up and let it hit the air (light that up) I was spittin' Ace of Spade all in this bitch's ear I told her, like pretty women like Richard Gere Uh, pack guns and stay fly is a part of us Four bitches packed up in the Benz, it's like a party bus All this tough talk, but niggas ain't as hard as us I cook coke at the kitchen, watch it harden up Preach Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh Preach Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh Preach My, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Writer(s): Joseph Jones, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Kasseem Dean, Gian Bravo, Malik Izaak Taylor, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Bryan Higgins, Trevor Smith, James Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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