Lyrics Hall Of Fame - Babyface Ray, sam, Veeze

Hall Of Fame

Sam:
Aye, how you feeling face?
Niggas ran away from home, ran from the dealin phase,
started rappin' tryna stack on onna million, Ray
Never knew he had to live amongst the million fakes
Babyface Ray:
And honestly I can’t feel my face, money motivate, money come with hate,
let her ride in the stars she not in the wraith, I can’t pass a piss test I
been sippin drank
Damn bitch is you crazy why you keep callin me, she ain’t on one she can’t get
all of me, don’t come with no pape if you don’t got all of it mind state George
Bush I’m tryna get the oil, yeah
What the fck you sippin, nigga?
Put some more in that, I can’t tell you 'bout
the mall man I had to order that two K’s Key and Kell you know I want all of
that, tell you how to lead the game ima fuckin quarter back
Sam:
One thing I can neva do is ague the truth, I’ll break it down for
You, but it’s harder than school, need a hublo and a two door and a harley ah
do, If I let you niggas tell it I’ll be partly the fool
Niggas turnt they back on us the was part of the crews, when he turnt his back
on us I won’t hardly confused, neva turn my back on
You that was part of the rules, the world will be fucked up if I did what you do
Babyface Ray:
I got lots of Ravioli I got that from the crew I got racks, yeah they on me she
jumped right in the mood I stood by the deep end then jumped right in the pool
I can still pull to the trenches day n night with the crew, you gotta mix the
soda, throw it back play my song they holdin back I was broke man I swear I
hated that, ain’t goin back she was bad, but that ain’t shit cut her off no
goin back
Veeze:
Nigga get off my back, I been trappin in the bay, send a life guard yo bitch
got caught in the wave ion smile alot the clip gotta smirk on the Kay don’t
compare me to these niggas that’s a smack in the face been doin this since back
in the day ion know nun bout basic, same lil bitch, you fuckin right wanna fuck
me think I made, all these niggas they are my sons I kill they ass like cable,
yeah we write on paper work, but nigga it ain’t no statment, I show ah nigga
how to dress the white girl up I ain’t the Wayans I hit Bombooclat with 30
shots like I’m Jamaican, who ya’ll niggas we got choppas on us, Wavy Navy