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rick ross - the show lyrics

[verse 1: rick ross]
don’t say on the beat what you won’t say in the streets
cause face to face n-ggas never said it to me
i came here to eat every way to the bone
never put mama on hold up whenever she call
i follow the law, shine bright illuminated
got n-ggas in black hoodies homicide celebrated
folarin on raw, you other nerds stepped on
in my german couture, the nation of islam
forgive me, i’m flawed, the dollar signs is all i saw
i knew once i got a beamer, the b-tches would come aboard
i pray to the lord as i’m holding on the sword
and off with your n-ggas’ heads if you come between me and tomorrow
nike, and i upgraded the ree’s
real checks is all a n-gga sees
so watch where you step and love what you rep
and realize that today is just another test
say bye to the boy

[hook: aaron wess]
this crazy world
is all i know
the cars and clothes
it’s all for show
so let’s start the show
let’s start the show
let’s start the show
let’s start the show

[verse 2: wale]
and i’m feeling like the world’s at my neck
when your revenue’s sufficient you just work for respect
every verse, every breath, your dollar woes is adios
minus the arrogance, my these coons’ is maricons
not even close to touching us, what the f-ck is up?
heroes turn to cluckers and sellers turn into customers
all my money coming in plural far as the women love
all my bunnies outta this world like captain bucky o
hair to the small of her back
probably just wanted a n-gga stacks
and tell me that it ain’t cause of rap
and i got plans of me calling her back
the ones who never hear back
my type of ho like an error syntax
and i brought virginia, the district, as well as maryland back
but i must have done it all with rey mysterio’s hat
i put my soul in the culture, but what is it giving me back?
has your n-ggas mind erased, don’t let your memory lapse, boy

[hook]

[verse 3: wale]
upper echelon spitting, what the f-ck is up?
i’m hospitable, blowing on that medical
and i wish that channel 2 would give a n-gga better news
but everybody hanging with us rarely ever knew us
forever rude hoes, i don’t ever need
can’t stimulate me mentally, then we should never be
however we can meet, it’s something from you i need
it’s something about women i don’t need
i’ll forever fiend for, even if a n-gga team’s full
they riding with the styles and that’s word to teen wolf
you know the team’ll do it, cause the team is raw
don’t know your lady’s cleaners, but i’m in her jeans as much
beg for her feature, then angry with me when i be busy
before i hit it they was telling me “wire over sixty”
racks for a rap, racks for a rap
now i see the same n-ggas, charge ’em for a dap

[hook]

- rick ross lyrics

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