Kanye West

Kanye West - Heavy Hitters lyrics

Heavy Hitter for life

Heavy hitters for life

(Kanye West)

You rappers think I give a f*ck about the way that they spit

Want to be on my album but don't want me on they sh*t

Everybody thought i was makin a compelation

I was really makin myself they competation.

Fresh off the plane from the all star game.

Bone girls on t.v so it's all star trains

Just picture man. No stichin man.

somethin for the phiends fresh out the kitchen man.

Last 9/11 I was poor on a half till I pluraled my math

Now it's Porsche 9/11 and I'm floorin the gas

got a lot of problems money's one that i'll not have no more.

well damn look at how everybody den changed

all my ni**as is bout to have it made

tell j that i'm bout to change the game

this makes everything else sound played

goddamn Kanye! Kanye! Kanye!

Now hold up. Ain't nobody messin' with me dog now you say it.

Ain't nobody messin with you at all

I told dude you can't even rap on my interlude

now does that make me as rude as Jude?

When the album comin out? man the people is askin

Yamamoto adidas ya sick with the fashion

Ya already got dough so ya spit for the passion

the way ya rhyme give me Tribe Called Quest flash backs

And let's not even bring up the tracks man

nope, nope let's not do that man

ya eatin up the game like Pac man

and got the whole world shakin just like crack phiends.

Heavy hitters for life

Roc A Fella is for life

throw them diamonds up throw them diamonds up throw ya diamonds

just let the beat ride out for a minute (Kanye)

takeit there, take it up man (GLC)

(GLC)

how many ni**as you know done put they life on the line

and get signed into few high crimes, almost had lights out

after the sun shine been thinkin' it might count

how could i doubt, just look at my count

i used to work at the mall with nothin' at all

seein' ni**as with ball that sh*t was depressin'

keep my toes in the cleaners i hang with the pressin'

when i cop them pounds it was my best investments

Dre got shot and it taught me a lesson

i'm stickin ni**as up in them robbery maskes

mask like Batman

minus the tight pants

we hit you baby momma but her elbows is ashy

four different blues, man, your outfit is clashin'

you ain't got no muscles, you weakling b*stard

man, look at your hair cut

uh hmm, uh hmm

naw, your hair sucks!

how many ni**as you know is really heavy hitters

87 gold getters

two hoes like John Ritter

even did it on his crime picture yeah

and i'm finsta sell, yeah

heavy hitters, for life

Roc A Fella, is for Life

throw ya diamonds up, throw ya diamonsd up, throw ya diamonds

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