The Alchemist, Evidence, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Big Twins - Fourth of July lyrics

"Looked up the dj, and said may I"

"Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives"

"Lit it up, like the 4th of July"

We doing it, getting our paper
We ain't rookies, we major
Name brand gangsters, you still a demo taper
Niggas they wanna hate us
Bitches they wanna rape us
Everyday is like July 4th nowadays coz
We moving independent unit's
We sold out in any store in the US
Getting that independent cake
We sold out in any store in the UK

We came to pop in
Got ya ladies, draw dropping
Nobody can stop us
I was brought up in the projects
And I got, tonz of haze from uptown
We not trying to sell that shit
That's how we burn it down
Niggas always drilling me
‘till they see my four pound
Bitches always feeling me
Try to give me some head
While I'm in the studio
Try to make that bread
Not a contriet dude, or of with ya head
Yo, 1st Infantry and fed
We gonna give you that gangsta
Music that hurts your ears
But the fear in ya heart
When you see the gift
We think big, A-L-C we get right

Yo, everytime I rest
I put it all on the line
Yo money never slept
That's why I barely get blessed
That's why I rarely go out
Unless it's love at the club
Time is bread, that's what I'm about
And all my peoples got cloud
Check the resumé
One step closer to goal everyday
The game is to be sold not told
I tropping heavingly
World connected got the livest crew
We infinite, dropping gems but no clue

Every dollar I spend on wax
I turn it back into cash
Jetting back to the lab
I'm getting back on my job
I'm fully backed by the Mobb
I keep my back to the wall
Keep the blacks to my wall
I'm trying to stack till I ball
Untill they cashing ‘em all
I wanna stack till this tall
Ain't gonna rap for to long
Gonna have to move on
I'm gonna stash till I'm gone
Green grass on my longue
Fuck a bank account
I need extreme cash in my palm
Smoke blur in ya vision
You don't know who ya dissin'
I don't learning no lesson
I just hold my position
I don't go with a pistol
They just know I'm official
Shit, all I gotta do is
Start blowing a whistle my name is ringing
My chain is swinging
Right now I'm speaking
But these beats are what
I'm famous for fleaking

It's like rolling dice
We taking the bank tonight
Cut your face with a knife
Now your scared for life
All I want is ice, a car, a girl and a crib
Tired of doing biz, I just wanna live
Take care of my kids, fuck all that stress
Never wore a vest, only holding tecs

We sold out every store in LA
It's loyalty where I stay
But ain't promised today
I keep my headlights on for 9-1-1
And on July 4th I might shoot one at the sun
Independent regardless of the fact
I'm a signed artist
Fuck a deal it matters who comes hardest
When I entertain
It's like I took Sedrick for his name
Hunger is just a different form of pain
I'm ready to eat
Ready to hear my name spread on the street
To the point where I don't talk
My trackrecord speaks
To the point where I do a joint
That night it leaks
To the point where Alchemist is
A hundred grand a week
Bringing the heat, so clear you understand me
Raise the stakes, up the antique
The better place, yo we land on winds
Dilated, Evidence, Alchemist, Big Twins
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