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ALBUMJust in Case (feat. Swizz Beatz, Rick Ross & DMX) - SingleGodfather of Harlem

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Godfather of Harlem
Godfather of Harlem
Performer
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Vocals
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
DMX
DMX
Vocals
Ayana George
Ayana George
Background Vocals
Latoya Duggan
Latoya Duggan
Background Vocals
Linny Smith Jr.
Linny Smith Jr.
Background Vocals
Melodie Jeanette Ray
Melodie Jeanette Ray
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Composer
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Lyrics
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Composer
Avery Chambliss
Avery Chambliss
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Avenue beatz
Avenue beatz
Producer
Musicman Ty
Musicman Ty
Vocal Producer
Kenny Lloyd
Kenny Lloyd
Recording Engineer
Steven Xia
Steven Xia
Assistant Engineer
Stuart Innis
Stuart Innis
Assistant Engineer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Tryna touch ten figures, oh (What, what) Lay on my back watching the ceiling fan I had a dream to touch a kilo gram I seen your bitch through my Cazal shades Skull and bones 'til I die, nigga, well paid (Damn) Got all my khakis out in Tallahassee (Jeez) Sahari desert and I'm even flashy (Yes) Still at odds with the Irish mob (Woo!) Rolls Royce down Malcom X boulevard (Goddamn) Lord, these niggas really out here preying on me Got the .40 on me, and it's staying on me Snow White mink like I'm doin' shows Run the books and let me show you how the numbers look (Woo!) You can't be lucky like you Luciano The kilos come in like they new pianos Fat boy got the big body Coast to coast, I could shoot product (Ayy) They wanna see you up in Alcatraz (Ayy) Forbes list, say 'Wall', and you falling fast Fuck this, hell nah, nigga, want it back Eight figures, count it all and I call a cab (Woo!) Get the drift, time to get a lift (Uh) I'm gettin' rich so it's hit or miss (Woo, woo) Open up my window again (Yeah) Open up my window again (Yeah) I can hear death calling my name (It's calling) I can hear death calling my name (It's calling) I swear to God things ain't gon' change (Change) I swear to God things ain't gon' change (Change) I keep a revolver wit' your name (Yeah) I keep a revolver wit' your name, just in case I'm a hood nigga, I know why they love me (Uh) I'm on some underground shit, just like the subway (Uh huh) Battle niggas in the streets and murder Whoever you brought on this fucking stage I'm the fucking plague, I'm global warming I'm the Ebola virus, my niggas is pirates Prepare for violence, silence (Yeah!) How many times you been behind the wall? None You either snitching or lying about the shit you done You ain't never move a brick 'less you was building a house You ain't never put a nigga out with the gun in his mouth Only thing you ever shot was pool Only thing you ever cut was class Y'all niggas is ass (What?) (Woo) Open up my window again (Yeah) Open up my window again (Yeah) I can hear death calling my name (It's calling) I can hear death calling my name (It's calling) I swear to God things ain't gon change (Change) I swear to God things ain't gon change (Change) I keep a revolver wit' your name (Yeah) I keep a revolver wit' your name, just in case
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Avery Chambliss, Rick Ross, Kasseem Dean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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