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Y.B.E

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Y.B.E was released on November 14, 2000 by Infamous Records as a part of the album H.N.I.C.

Song Details

Release DateNovember 14, 2000

LabelInfamous Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM93

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Prodigy

Performer

Kip Collins

Keyboards

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Albert Johnson

Composer

C. Dorcey

Composer

N. Myrick

Composer

Jalil Hutchins

Composer

Lawrence Smith

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Prodigy

Producer

Sheldon Guide

Editing Engineer

Nino Cacacabala

Nino Cacacabala

Assistant Engineer

Steve Sola for Plain Truth

Steve Sola for Plain Truth

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Much more than your average

So many years and tears and blood and sweat that fell

Man, it speaks for itself

I be the same ****

Get rich ****

Uh huh, get yours ****

Get yours ****

You take yours ****

Yo, yo I can see it done, yo let's be it done

And we can manifest all the cash we ever dreamed of

It's the cream I love, for the team I shove

All fakeness and everything else far away from us

Ain't no discussion for the plush life

My **** go hard and knock y'all down and survive

In this jungle, wilderness

We was raised by the wolves and the scavengers

Instincts like an animal

But it toughened us, put a whole lot of thug in us

And it paid off, you can't, none of y'all fuck with us

Don't get it twist, I know anyone could get touched

But uh, my style of thunder's too quick to bust

And too swift to just, talking angles too

Let me straighten that shit out for you, peep it

I'm the head **** in charge, the best kept secret

We killers, but chill, that's best kept secret

Let's not jump off the topic, we talking 'bout cash

Fucking with mines'll be much more than your average

So many years and tears and blood and sweat that fell

This dirt underneath my fingernails speak for itself

I'd be the same if I had billions

You couldn't understand my pain if you lived it

Give me the riches and all of my dunns'll be driving

It's beautiful to see the clique live comfortable

To the young black entrepreneurs

Get rich, get money, get paper, get paid

Keep yourself laced, get your ones

Get your dunns out the slums

To the young black entrepreneurs

Get dollars, get cash, straight up, don't get fucked

Get your bucks, then get big

Stash your first millions and live off the interest

To the young black entrepreneurs

To the young black entrepreneurs

When I hit the block, pistol on my side, bundle of dope in my socks

Dime bags of powder, sack of twenty dollar rocks

I'm a hustler, I was taught be 'bout green

Therefore I got to have it by all means

I be thuggin', B.G. was raised that way

Can't see me being a ho, you get played that way

If I'm broke, you got coke, enhance that yay

Be a man, don't break it off, gotta blast that K

Drama, I love that, I bring that shit

Dick get hard off that shoot 'em up and bang bang shit

I mob deep with this clique that I'm with, believe that

Disrespect us if you want, we bang for feedback

My Glock got a bad mouth, when it start it don't stop

Black talons go straight through the heart and close shop

I'm a gorilla, I run with jaggers and gangsters

Convicted felons and believe we armed and dangerous

It get real, I'm prepared for whatever it come to

Let me catch you with your drawers down, I'ma down you

Police will find you in a project dumpster

With your dick cut off, stuffed in your mouth motherfucker

I don't care 'bout you or no **** that you fuck with

All of y'all will slip and get your head busted

B.Gzy love this, gangsta shit ****

Whoever I beef with, I creep and spank you quick ****

To the young black entrepreneurs

Get rich, get money, get paper, get paid

Keep yourself laced, get your ones

Get your dunns out the slums

To the young black entrepreneurs

Get dollars, get cash, straight up, don't get fucked

Get your bucks, then get big

Stash your first millions and live off the interest

To the young black entrepreneurs

To the young black entrepreneurs

To the young black entrepreneurs

Get rich, get money, get paper, get paid

Keep yourself laced, get your ones

Get your dunns out the slums

To the young black entrepreneurs

Get dollars, get cash, straight up, don't get fucked

Get your bucks, then get big

Stash your first millions and live off the interest

To the young black entrepreneurs

To the young black entrepreneurs

Written by: Albert Johnson, C. Dorcey, Jalil Hutchins, Lawrence Smith, N. Myrick

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