The Alchemist, Curren$y, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - The Type lyrics

Yeah fool
Yeah, yeah jet Life
Yeah not yet, yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life yeah
Ugh!

Let the lil' homie kick it in
The auto shop with us
Long as he can make store runs
And keep his mouth shut same way I came up
All my triple-O's was hood famous
Nice guy surrounded by wolves, wild dangerous
That’s where I gained this cool
Walk this talk
You trying to duplicate and make twos
All you do is make fools of yourselves
Underground jewels, Chester Copperpot
Waddling in the wishing well
Evidence niggas done failed trying to get
Close to the Jet code
But it will never be deciphered
By a rookie pilot
That’s why I sit opposite the driver
'63 Impala
Bad bitch, chain steering wheel, guidance
I’m out the window sky-watching
Plotting, as usual that’s what I’m
Doing when I quiet
Can’t remember shorty name
But she had that loud pack
That other night in Tallahassee
And I thank her for that fine, freaky
Sending snaps with her legs behind her back
In the wee hours of the morning
Picture mailing that she horny
But love, I'm tryna fuck with this money

Yeah get this money
Jet Life, I'm tryna get this money ugh

We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people that
Don’t bury the axe, hold up
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos
Regals (Uh, huh)
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats (Ugh)
We the type of people that
Don’t bury the axe, hold up
(Uh, uh) we bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos
Regals

That don't bury the axe (Yeah)
Say what, say what?
We the type of people that don’t bury the
(We bust raps like B-boys bust gats)
We the type of people that don’t bury the
(We bust raps like B-boys bust gats)
We the type of people that
Don’t bury the axe, hold that
(Yeah) like B-boys bust gats
(Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals)
We the type of people that
Don’t bury the axe, hold up
(Ugh) (Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals
We the type of people that don’t)
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos
Regals

(Yeah that's what I'm talking 'bout)
Ayo, Curren$y, let me hold
It down real quick, son
(That's right, yeah, that's right)
Ayo, Al, check this out right here, man
Like this
(Pour me a cup, pour me another cup, son)
(You never heard no shit like this before
Man) i said

We bust raps like we bust these gats
We’re the type of people that
Don’t bury the hatch (Hold up)
We bust raps like we bust these gats (Pow)
We the type of people, Chevys and GMCs, too
We bust raps like we bust these gats
(Right now) we the type of people that
Don’t bury the hatch', hold up
(My nigga)
We bust raps like we bust these Gats
(You gotta go in right now)
We're the type of people Chevies and GMC's
(Get these niggas, son, get these niggas)
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh

Fuck it, it's the life of a shooting star
Gotta move smart can’t get caught slipping
They all wanna see me fall
Take my punches like a trooper
Take my losses like a man
It come with the territory: Take
The good with the bad
Throw the dice, watch them tumble
Where they land so be it
E'erything is not strategic sometimes
We risk our life
Sometimes we risk our love, our money
And our freedom that bullshit, we feed it
To see if you gonna eat it
In New York, we manipulate naïve dummies
We beat you on the head
It's just game we be running sometime
But most of the time, we don’t play
They can’t figure us out we like it that way
(We like it that way)
The road to the riches so
Long our feet catch blisters
All these crabs in the bucket
Pull you down tryna get up
Every man for theyself
Every woman want bags and shoes
We the type of people that’ll find you

Yeah, know that stop fronting
You doing a lot of fronting right now
You know what I'm saying?
Make me come to your fucking crib, nigga
Right at your doosrtep, like
"Good morning!"

We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people that
Don’t bury the axe, hold up
We bust raps like B-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos
Regals we bust raps like we bust these gats
We the type of people that
Don’t bury the hatch (Hold up)
We bust raps like we bust these gats
We the type of people, Chevys and GMCs, too