passion clip - heavyhitters lyrics
[intro: kanye west]
heavy hitters fo’ life, heavy hitters fo’ life
mm, mm
mm+mm
[verse 1: kanye west]
you rappers think i give a f+ck about the way that they spit
wanna be on my album but don’t want me on they sh+t
everybody thought i was makin’ a compilation
i was really makin’ myself they compe+tation
fresh off the plane from the all+star game
bone girls on tv so it’s all+star trains
just picture man (uh+huh), no snitchin’ man (uh+uh)
somethin’ for the fiends fresh out the kitchen, man
last 9/11 i was poor on the ave, ’til i pluraled my math
now it’s porsche 911 and i’m floorin’ the gas (errr!)
got a lot of problems, money’s one that i not have no more
uh, well, damе look at how everybody changed
tеll jay that i’m ’bout to change the game
tell biggs that we about to get paid
all my n+ggas is ’bout to have it made
this makes everything else sound played
godd+mn, kanye! (kanye! kanye!)
now hold up! ain’t n0body messin’ with me, dog
now, you say it! (“ain’t n0body 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 is sick with the fashion
y’all already got dough so you spit for the passion
the way you rhyme give me tribe called quest flashbacks
and let’s not even bring up the tracks, man
nope, nope, let’s not do that, man
you eatin’ up the game like pac+man
and got the whole world shakin’ just like crack fiends
[chorus: kanye west]
heavy hitters, fo’ life (woo!)
roc+a+fella is fo’ life
throw your diamonds up, throw your diamonds up
throw your diamonds
just let the beat ride out for a minute
[interlude: glc & kanye west]
let’s take it there, take it there, man
champ ‘posed to be what you see
the people’s champ, you ugly
glc, where you at homie?
[verse 2: glc]
how many n+ggas you know that put their life on the line
to get signed? did a few high crimes, almost had lights out
after the sunshine, you thinkin’ it might count
how could i might doubt? just look at my account
i used to work at the mall with nothin’ at all
seeing n+ggas that ball, that sh+t was depressing
keep my clothes in the cleaners, i ain’t with the pressing
when i copped them pounds, it was my best investments
dre got shot (ugh) and that taught me a lesson
for stickin’ n+ggas up and them rubbery masses
mask like batman, minus the tight pants
would hit your baby momma but her elbows is ashy (uh+uh)
four different blues, man, your outfit is clashin’ (ha!)
you ain’t got no muscles, you weakling b+st+rd (haha)
man, look at your haircut
mm+hmm, mm+hmm, naw, your hair sucks!
how many n+ggas you know is really heavy hitters?
’87 go+getters, two hoes like john ritter
even did it on his crime picture and yeah (uh, uh, uh)
and offers to sell and yell, uh
[chorus: kanye west]
heavy hitters fo’ life
roc+a+fella is fo’ life
throw your diamonds up, throw your diamonds up
throw your diamonds
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