Clipse Featuring Re-Up Gang & Roscoe

Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?

Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?

Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?

Say what? so you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

[verse 1: pusha t]

Rugers spare i drapes, baking pies, baking cake

Hustling them e's and that c's and that h

While you probably talking frantic on the tape

Niggaz in the hood ain't tryna to hear "man it was a

Mistake"

To call you a bitch, not a bandit at ya wake

Epitaph reading how much damage you could take

While i'm on the boat with ya bitch, salmon on the

Plate

I know why you liked her, the head it was great

Loving these bezels sets, change with no space

86 karats, you know how much digging in the planet

This could take?

Patent leather bapes...uh, uh! closet like planet of

The bape!

Monkey see, monkey do, monkeys following in place

Like i'm living in an episode of planet of the apes

You're watching the evolution of one of rap's greats

You niggaz tryna take my place? neva happen...

[chorus: pusha t]

Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?

Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?

Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?

Say what? so you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

[verse 2: sandman]

Dig it, every time i do it, encore

Slide out tha lincoln with tha suicide doors

Ma, and i'm blingin like baby with all that shit on

My block pop til all that shit gone

What? you niggaz hardly eat

What you spend on a home is a golden piece

On the chest of a biz-oss, it's a must i fliz-oss

My dream team wrestle for cheese like eric bischoff

From the kickoff to tip off, i give off rays from the

Vvs

Ice glazed like lip gloss

Thinking they can see me, i beg to diff-arr

Look up in the skiz-eye, it the big dip-arr

(thats cold!) its chilly in philly, its that real

Nobody know karate, more bodies than kill bill

Somebody get beside me, lord, will his blood spill

Like a waterfall, fuck around make me slaughter y'all

[chorus: pusha t]

Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?

Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?

Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?

Say what? so you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

[verse 3: malice]

Oh you just gon take without asking ain't cha?

You just grabbin, you ain't earnin for shit, that's

Too old fashion

Look, tulip, i will never tuck a jewel up

Kindergarten did they not tap your knuckle with the

Ruler?

I'm the era of the juice crew, don't let that dookie

Noose you

1 and 1 is 2, its just as simple as blue's clues

The nine will get most of you, turn yourself around

For he who want to run up and earn himself a crown

Meanwhile study something nigga, this gucci, parker

From france where the kids sing frere jacques

If not there, i'm somewhere mixing vodkas

In a far off land, where they shake maracas and shit

Keep it moving like in kis of coke

You the 100th motherfucker and i'm ???

Not tommy lee, see we never involve the law

If it seems the walls are closing in its only �cause

They are

Muthafucker

[chorus: pusha t]

Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?

Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?

Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?

Say what? so you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

[verse 4: ab-liva]

I'm a natural born hustla, i the risk taker

I get it cross the border, the alpha the omega

My life, i scripted the paper posh like the wrist in

The cradle

That hug the diamonds that kiss for you haters

Rimoldi is so gaudy

But its just so picture-perfect as i lean in that six

Fourty-five ci

I'm on them blades likes t.i.

The niggaz hate to measure �cuz they knee high

Still slangin that p-i, e what i bring by

Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleave, i

Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breath, i

Can't let it go, �cuz a nigga got to eat, i

Came to conquer the game, the flame and the powder

And the pot, stirred it crazy, i'm a lead-a

Still in the game, tippin the scale like libra

You don't really want that halo over ya cesar! no!

[chorus: pusha t]

Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?

Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?

Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?

Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?

Say what? so you can get that hood fame ain't cha?