Heavy hitter for life   Heavy hitters for life      You rappers think I give a fuck about the way the day spit   Want to be on my album but don't want me on they shit   Everybody thought I was makin' a compilation   I was really makin' myself they competition      Fresh off the plane form the all star game   Bone girls on TV, 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 'til I floored up my math   Now it's Porsche 9/11 and I'm floorin' the gas   Got a lot a problems, money one that I not have no more   Well Dame, look at how everybody den changed      All my niggas 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'   Y'all got motive Adidas, ya sick with the fashion   Ya already got doe, so ya spit for the passion   The way ya rhymes 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   Roca fella is for life      Throw them diamonds up   Throw them diamonds up   Trow ya diamonds