Heavy Hitters Lyrics - Kanye West

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Heavy Hitter for life
Heavy Hitters for life
Mm mm mmmmm

(Kanye West)
You rappers think I give a fuck about the way that they spit
Want to be on my album but don't want me on they shit
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 them fiends fresh out the kitchen man.
Last 9/11 I was poor on the ave. 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 not have no more.
Well Dame look at how everybody den changed
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Tell Jay that i'm bout to change the game
Tell Biggs that we about to get paid
All my niggas is bout to have it made
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 fiends.

Heavy Hitters for life
Roc A Fella is for life
Throw ya diamonds up throw ya diamonds up throw ya diiiiamonds

Just let the beat ride out for a minute (Kanye)

Take it there, take it there man (GLC)

GLC where you at homie? (Kanye)

(GLC)
How many niggas you know done put they life on the line
And get signed did a few high crimes, almost had lights out
After the sun shine been thinkin' it might count
How could i might doubt, just look at my count
I used to work at the mall with nothin' at all
Seein' niggas that ball that shit was depressin'
Keep my clothes in the cleaners I ain't 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 niggas up in them robbery maskes
Mask like Batman
Minus the tight pants
Would hit your baby momma but her elbows is ashy
Four different blues, man, your outfit is clashin'
You ain't got no muscles, you weak lame bastard
Man, look at your hair cut
Mmm hmm, mmm hmm
Naw, your hair sucks!
How many niggas you know is really heavy hitters
87 Go-Getters
Two hoes like John Ritter
Even did it on his prime picture and yeah
And I'm finsta sell,and yell..

Heavy Hitters, for life
Roc A Fella, is for Life
Throw ya diamonds up, Throw ya diamonsd up, Throw ya diiiamonds






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