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We Made It Lyrics

from Supreme Clientele

"We Made It" is track #13 on the album Supreme Clientele. It was written by Randle, Earl / , Y.
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Tony Starks fights again for survival
And by just a thin thread of electric current
Wins another victory

Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all
(Bounce wit us)
Hip-Hop
(What? Celebrities, what?)
(Street corner)
For all my niggas

Crack spot niggas we made it
Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches
Yo, you know what y'all

Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne
Two-five on me, weed and crack stalk me
Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me
Leave him there, never know, get him off me

I remember days when we just fucked bitches
Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave
Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes
And if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash

I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all
Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all
But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out
You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out

I remember on the Island, can't tone out
The mess hall crawler, about to zone out
Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out
We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out

See, see, see me
I roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast and
make the post and from pagin, sin astasian
When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling'

Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes
Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those
Jury stay froze, court cases get closed
Niggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them

Like George Jefferson and em, steppin on em
The headline read, Starks had the weapon on 'em
The best, what y'all expect? He a vet
Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' foul
When we dealin' with Supreme Clientele

From Riker's Island to the Camay Island
We thugs like, life is the same challenge
Do the knowledge, recognize your talent
And if you live the streets, you better stay silent

From Riker's Island to the Camay Island
We thugs like, life is the same challenge
Do the knowledge, recognize your talent
And if you live the streets, you better stay silent

Yo, spotted at a mirage, Ghostface walked by groupies
Minkal monk stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
Hallyed at a sanctuary, first dent placed upon entry
Fainted when the book mentioned me

Keep ballin', new systems, high sciences
Drop that, Ghost listenin, the track sizzlin
Angelica, Judey Plum for bitches, Goines king of the century
Best sellers, but niggas stay together

Posted up trucks, leanin on the Benz
Cinemax smile shot in thrity-five lens
You program, broke bottles of Dom
Seven inch bangles, back breakers

I'm a dope feed, look at my art, Popeye strength
Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes
Dennis Coles in the latest fashions
Blow backs in, flip raps like fourty-eight bundles
Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Brian Gumble

Interlapse this in like Deniro, words in your center earhole
Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero
Shatter your soul like glass windows
Turn verses to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe

Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest models
We conversate like Christ and the twelve apostles
Livin' life without you, can't count you as great men
Murderers in the state pen', bein caged in

The wage is a sin, before they read up they pop our tape in
You ain't gotta tuck you chain in
'Cuz here we want the head of Satan
Durags and our pants hangin, we made it again

Uh-huh, uh-huh that's right y'all street corners Jail niggas
Riker's Island Ge-Grey Haven big Un that's right y'all
Word up all y'all, all y'all crumbs we made it, nigga
Step the fuck off true indeed, true indeed

Yeah, Ready Red that's right, my nigga Born
That's right yo Lil' Free in the feds
That's right, you'll be home nigga
Yeah, we made it yeah, C Allah, word up

That's fam yeah, check it out
Staten Island true indeed
Five boroughs check it, uh-huh

Songwriters
RANDLE, EARL / , Y

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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