We Made It lyrics

by

Birdman


Verse 1: (Down)
See we done made it
No need to hate it, congratulate it
Blowin' up with 263 cause' T-Mac he can't be faded
Praise it, then elevated, don't underestimated
Like your thirst obey it, in the game but never playa-hate it
I had strugglin' times the mils stayed on my mind
On the low stay on the grind
Cause' I gots to get mine
We concentrated on having this industry dominated
We goin' to Nashville in that custom made Navigator
It's gettin' hectic let's sell these tapes, C.d.'s and records
We gotta' be first, can't imagine comin' in second
You aggravated, cause' the dope still over-weighted
You contemplated on your own life so take it
f*ck with milk, got cheese
It's 98 get cha' lazy ass up cause' these n*ggas holdin' g's
We motivated hating hearing tolerated
Who's the richest No Limit or 263?
Don't even debated, we demonstrated
Lets roll another one and blaze it
Keep us figures calculated and leave dem bustas in amazement
We made it
Ah-ha know what I'm sayin'

(Chorus) (Suave)
(Damn it feels good to be rich and in this industry
All my life I been hustlin', all my life I been strugglin'
Damn it feels good to be rich and in this industry
All my life I been slangin', All my life I been bangin')
Verse 2: (Mega-Bucks)
Man dem' haters can't stand to see me livin' this life
Marble floor, major hoes, a n*gga covered in ice
Jumpin' out that Navigator with that Alpine bangin'
n*gga came a long way from all that hangin' and slangin'
Now we million dollar playas regulatin' that cheese
A hundred-thousand for that hummer, man I cop it with ease
Ain't no thang ha, thats when a n*gga sittin' on banks
Swiss accounts stashed away, in case dem' feds wanna strike
Man livin' this life done seen many n*ggas do
Dem' made n*ggas, paid n*ggas that I'm callin' my crew
T-Mac saw a n*gga sittin' out on his luck
Hit me with a couple' ki's, now I'm sittin' on bucks
Then we took this dope-game to a whole notha' level
Rap-hustle with the muscle keep dem' diamonds embezzled
You haters keep hatin', I'mma put on my shine
Brothers always makin' dollars thats the bottom line

Chorus

Verse 3: (T-Mac)
n*gga, picture me slangin' down-south Charlyo, n*gga thug-bangin'
But like windin' that Rolex
Thats why I got dem' broads in the ghetto
Relieve some of this ghetto stress
And n*gga I done made it to the top
And never stop carryin' my Glock, thats why i keep my sh*t c*ck
And now I got ends
I always had the Rolex, houses by the lake and the Benz
And all these n*ggas hatin' on me
Callin' my name tryin' to link me to conspiracy
But money can't change me
I always had money in the beginnin' so it ain't strange to me
So n*ggas keep your head up
And watch out for dem' n*ggas tryin' to put y'all in that black truck
(Yeah, y'all n*ggas betta watch out for dem' n*ggas tryin' to put chall' in that black truck, this sh*t is for real)
Chorus
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