Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carved In Stone, artist - The Alchemist. Date of issue: 22.02.2007
Song language: English
Carved In Stone |
| We gettin' our burn |
| Here we go again |
| I bet y’all saying to y’all self: «The fuck these niggas last so long, man?» |
| And my response to that is, I palms don’t ever stop itching, nigga |
| You know, it’s about that you hear it right now, so… |
| We back, people, for more money, more jewelry, more vehicles |
| Less hangers on, tag-alongs, and leech dudes |
| We back minus that weak label trying to hold us back |
| Now we gettin' more profits every unit shipped |
| You gettin' returns, your album ain’t movin' shit |
| We gettin' our burn in places we don’t even live |
| We learn you niggas on this game and how to stay afloat |
| We teach you clowns about some things that y’all don’t know |
| Like how to bang out songs for 12 years straight |
| And that’s not all—they all gotta be gangsta |
| Consistent anthems, put us up against whoever |
| We got a thing for competition, only make us better |
| And better and better, I know you can’t believe your ears |
| You pinching yourself, but doggie, this is all real |
| Convincing yourself that we Cell Block 4 thugs |
| Man, that’s how the last nigga got bucked |
| Homie, don’t get it twisted, I been gettin' money since '90 |
| ‘Fore Magic retired and Lakers head coach was Pat Riley |
| I bone a bitch then bounce, baby girl, don’t mind me |
| If you mad, take it up with God, that’s how designed me |
| I’m multi-talented—fuck you think Jive signed me? |
| The only thing grimey is that pen that you write with |
| Got your main hoe two-waying me on my Sidekick |
| Talking how she fuck you but she really don’t like it |
| About my paper when it come to that hustle, I all-night it |
| If I ain’t been through it, yo, Havoc won’t bite it |
| I can’t keep it real for shit, but everything happens for a reason |
| So I won’t wifey the wrong bitch |
| I’m a bastard, pimpin' in a Caddy 16 |
| I’m a bastard, pimpin' in a Caddy 16 |
| Y’all know nothin' ‘bout it, make the Maybach look weak |
| With compartment secretly designed to stash the heat |
| Yo, these niggas know my style—fuck is wrong with you, doggy? |
| Know these cannons’ll blast off and make this place foggy |
| Have everybody in this bitch cramped in the door |
| I just introduce myself and let the hammer applaud |
| Yo, niggas know my style—fuck is wrong with you, doggy? |
| Know these cannons’ll blast off and make this place foggy |
| Have everybody in this bitch cramped in the door |
| Running for life, amazing how you could move the crowd with the 4 |