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Heavy Hitters LyricsArtist: Kanye West
Album: The College Dropout
Heavy Hitter for life
Heavy hitters for life
You rappers think I give a f*ck about the way that they spit
Want to be on my album but don't want me on they sh*t
Everybody thought i was makin a compelation
I was really makin myself they competation.
Fresh off the plane from the all star game.
Bone girls on t.v 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 till I pluraled my math
Now it's Porsche 9/11 and I'm floorin the gas
got a lot of problems money's one that i'll not have no more.
well damn look at how everybody den changed
all my ni**as 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
Yamamoto adidas ya sick with the fashion
Ya already got dough so ya spit for the passion
the way ya rhyme 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
Roc A Fella is for life
throw them diamonds up throw them diamonds up throw ya diamonds
just let the beat ride out for a minute (Kanye)
takeit there, take it up man (GLC)
how many ni**as you know done put they life on the line
and get signed into few high crimes, almost had lights out
after the sun shine been thinkin' it might count
how could i doubt, just look at my count
i used to work at the mall with nothin' at all
seein' ni**as with ball that sh*t was depressin'
keep my toes in the cleaners i hang with the pressin'
when i cop them pounds it was my best investments
Dre got shot and it taught me a lesson
i'm stickin ni**as up in them robbery masses
man it's like that man
minus the tight pants
we hit you baby momma but her elbows is ashy
four different blues, man, your outfit is clashin'
you ain't got no muscles, you weakling b*stard
man, look at your hair cut
uh hmm, uh hmm
naw, your hair sucks!
how many ni**as you know is really heavy hitters
87 gold getters
two hoes like John Ritter
even did it on his crime picture yeah
and i'm finsta sell, yeah
heavy hitters, for life
Roc A Fella, is for Life
throw ya diamonds up, throw ya diamonsd up, throw ya diamonds
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