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sam sneed - u better recognize lyrics

(feat. dr. dre)

[sam (dre):]
(i heard sam was going solo) god d-mn, you didn’t know so,
well i can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow.
i’m hitting harder than berry boss so check the golden child,
throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild.
but truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off n-gg-z proper,
did dirt, did west cause i clown coppers (yeah).
do hip-hop, rap, compose ’em most, i couldn’t see me,
mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills.
from pittsburgh to cali dropping bombs like that,
was on the d.l. with the squad so i couldn’t hold it back.
black, i regulate i buzz a big gate figure,
mobbing with the ill n-gg-, with his finger on a bigger trigger.
serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps),
making do’, eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah).
so peep game, best believe i love my peeps
that’s why i make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps
(that’s right).
so buck my sound, i put it down for the underground,
i got the women cause i’m slamming, jamming.
got it going on this time for this new producer to rise,
so open your eyes, i think you better recognize.

[dre (sam):]
once again it’s the man with the masterplan,
they call him sam and i (think you better recognize) [x2]

[sam (dre):]
i remember days on the blocks where i slang slung played punk cops
and mad props cause i ran with hard rocks (yeah).
from napalms to uzi’s i made g’s (say what?),
them build up enough luther by keys.
no gang affiliation, yo i stood on my own to pulling capers
i’m a sneaky slick n-gg-, i never had to pull the trigger (right).
i mack, and on top and that i’m used to staying wicked with just 24-7,
you can ask my ex-hooker.
but now i’m on some new improved sh-t,
making hits, stacking chips, now everything’s legitimate.
i flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o,
when i had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm).
yes indeedy, i wasn’t greedy, got my n-gg-z out the gutter,
now they’re rolling with the sam sneezy.
hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry,
these whack creators, i call ’em imitators (ah yeah).
been trying to see me, but see i’m unexplainetory,
with the fame and glory, that’s why i gotta tell my story.
with no disguise, a lot of n-gg-z despise,
because i’m on an uprise, so i think you better recognize.

[dre (sam):]
once again it’s the man with the masterplan,
they call him sam and i (think you better recognize) [x2]
(think you better recognize) [x2]

[sam (dre):]
well i’m back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
so fire up a blunt let’s have an end of the sanity.
crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my n-gg-z,
hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick).
f-ck what you’ve heard, recognize what you be seeing,
it’s time to earn truth to the game human being.
i’m that little b-ss n-gg- trying to get mine, f-ck a nine,
cause i’ll incline with the mastermind.
i got my crew in my corner so i can’t loose,
cause i’m paying mad douze in this record biz, i don’t snooze.
and suckers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam,
i can’t be faded sam-am.
playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers,
cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars.
i’m a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight,
baby get it right, i ain’t the one, so take flight.
b-tches give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo,
thinking they can get my loot, i never trip to knock the boots.
i gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thies,
all eyes on the price, so i think you better recognize.

[dre (sam):]
once again it’s the man with the masterplan,
they call him sam and i (think you better recognize) [x2]
once again it’s the man with the masterplan,
they call him sam and i (think you better recognize) [x2]

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