The Twelves ☆ Works For Me

[the Jay-Z and Tariq verses are from Shaquille O’Neal’s “No Love Lost”]

what the hell…what the hell…

check check check check it out

what the hell…what the hell…

[Chorus 1: Lord Tariq]

People know me on these streets player, I ain’t new

Lookin at me all funny, while I’m countin my money

Suprise, what I do is already legalized

Analyze what I toss across, ain’t no love lost

[Jay-Z]

Fo’ sure, everythings for dough now

flow, you gotta pay a little more now

It’s platinum, now a days we put the gold down

We stepped it up, y’all don’t ever want a showdown

Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave the Bezzle out

Y’all don’t like it? Sue me, fuck I’ll settle out

Ghetto’d out in the vehicle Bent

These days I mellowed out, see success make a fella content

Uh-huh, you know, this rap star, Poppy Chulo

Jay-Z, Hugo, of course player you lost player

I know you rappers wanna see me fail

But quick to see a 600SL be twelve

Live wit it, y’all got dough to get get it

I got mine, your little bit of money couldn’t stop mine

Your block time, too hot, too many hands in your pie

Seventy thirty, the nigga you work for work for me

Bottom line

[Chorus 2: Jay-Z]

People know me on these streets and the towns I been through

Lookin at me, stay focused, I’m givin em straight poker suprise

What I do is already legalized

Analyze how I floss of course, ain’t no love lost

[Lord Tariq]

We be the Bronx to BK’lyn, togethor we about a ton or better

on the way in, we rhyme related, very underestimated

That’s why I’m winnin in this world of sins

Steady grinnin, money boss spendin

Distant from dirty women, Lord, I’m quite influencial

Spiritualy and mental, what you into I done been through

Preachin my words and don’t know what you owe

It shows you wanna be me, but won’t show it

Ain’t nothin changed, but players, the game remains the same

I had a ten year run, hey I can’t complain

Took the next step see, from Coke to Pepsi

From the bx weed, ridin the south beach on jet-ski

Play to survive, you ain’t live you just livin

You breathin a good one, but where I’m from, y’all forbidden

Come around, bad decision, you rather be in prison

aint’ no duckin what I’m deliverin won’t be forgivin in

Layin there shiverin, half the night

You gotta walk toward the light, everything is aiight

I make sure everything you endure stays tight

Big [boom] Lord Tariq, Jay-Z, outta sight

[Chorus 1]

[Nas]

I spend nights on corners, see the crack, cop my first mac

No longer scared to pump what y’all pump, now I burst back

It hurts that, don’t seem cream can make my purse fat

Without the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearst black

But curse that, tryin to see Nas was your worst match

Blowin like Tahitii, throw off NYPD

Am I greedy? like I mean EDC me

In a fly Salinii gimme frames in the beanie

I flip my loot twice a week on my most trifest streets

You got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep

Ain’t no love lost, none taken, none givin

Stressin how I’m livin it, thinkin when my loot first came

look what I did with it, bought my click glaciers

and pagers, rollin ten deep to Las Vegas

Copped a live croc, chopped it up, hit my block off

wit gators, feedin peoples, from the bridge to Dequatas

But now, two years five months and 30 days later

I still put out the street flavor

But watch that kid right there, a bulge in his night wear

Awoke me up the ways I used to be in my heist years

Bubble eye small fry loaded four five

just thirstin for some person with shine to just walk by

Now that I can see the 360, now that its me thats jiggy

them cooly heads they wanna stick me, whoa