"Analyze This" lyrics
(feat. Lord Tariq, Nas)
What the hell...what the hell
Check check check check it out
What the hell...what the hell
People know me on these streets player, I ain't new
Looking at me all funny, while I'm counting my money
Surprise, what I do is already legalized
Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost
For sure, everything's for dough now
Flow, you gotta pay a little more now
It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down
We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown
Get whetted up by the sleeve that leave the bezel out
Y'all don't like it? Sue me, fuck I'll settle out
Ghetto'd out in the vehicle Bent
These days I mellowed out, see success make a fella content
Uh-huh, you know, this rap star, Papi Chulo
Jay-Z, Hugo, of course player you lost player
I know you rappers wanna see me fail
But quick to see a 600SEL V-12
Live with it, y'all got dough to get get it
I got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine
Your block time, too hot, too many hands in your pie
Seventy thirty, the nigga you work for work for me
Bottom line
People know me on these streets and the towns I been through
Looking at me, stay focused, I'm giving em straight poker surprise
What I do is already legalized
Analyze how I floss of course, ain't no love lost
We be the Bronx to BK'lyn, together we about a ton or better
On the way in, we rhyme related, very underestimated
That's why I'm winning in this world of sins
Steady grinning, money boss spending
Distant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influential
Spiritually and mental, what you into I done been through
Preaching my words and don't know what you owe
It shows you wanna be me, but won't show it
Ain't nothing changed, but players, the game remains the same
I had a ten year run, hey I can't complain
Took the next step see, from Coke to Pepsi
From the bx weed, riding the south beach on jet-ski
Play to survive, you ain't live you just living
You breathing a good one, but where I'm from, y'all forbidden
Come around, bad decision, you rather be in prison
Ain't' no ducking what I'm delivering won't be forgiving in
Laying there shivering, half the night
You gotta walk toward the light, everything is aiight
I make sure everything you endure stays tight
Big Lord Tariq, Jay-Z, outta sight
I spent nights on corners, see the crack, copped my first Mac
No longer scared to pump what y'all pump, now I burst back
It hurts that, don't seem C.R.E.A.M. can make my purse fat
Without the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearse, black
But curse that, trying to see Nas was your worst match
Blowing like Tahiti, throw off NYPD
Am I greedy? Like Amin Idi see me
In a fly Salinii, gimme frames and a beanie
I flip my loot twice a week on the most trifest streets
You got no right to eat, by the laws of life you keep
Ain't no love lost, none taken, none given
Stressing how I'm living it
Thinking when my loot first came, look what I did with it
Bought my click glaciers and pagers
Rolling ten deep to Las Vegas
Copped a live croc, chopped it up, hit my block off with Gators
Feeding peoples, from the Bridge to Decatur
But now, two years, five months and 30 days later
I still put out the street flavor
But watch that kid right there, a bulge in his night wear
Awoke me up to ways I used to be in my heist years
Bubble eye small fry, loaded four five
Just thirsting for some person with shine to just walk by
Now that I can see the 360, now that it's me, that's jiggy
Them coolly heads, they wanna stick me, whoa!
Check check check check it out
What the hell...what the hell
People know me on these streets player, I ain't new
Looking at me all funny, while I'm counting my money
Surprise, what I do is already legalized
Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost
For sure, everything's for dough now
Flow, you gotta pay a little more now
It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down
We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown
Get whetted up by the sleeve that leave the bezel out
Y'all don't like it? Sue me, fuck I'll settle out
Ghetto'd out in the vehicle Bent
These days I mellowed out, see success make a fella content
Uh-huh, you know, this rap star, Papi Chulo
Jay-Z, Hugo, of course player you lost player
I know you rappers wanna see me fail
But quick to see a 600SEL V-12
Live with it, y'all got dough to get get it
I got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine
Your block time, too hot, too many hands in your pie
Seventy thirty, the nigga you work for work for me
Bottom line
People know me on these streets and the towns I been through
Looking at me, stay focused, I'm giving em straight poker surprise
What I do is already legalized
Analyze how I floss of course, ain't no love lost
We be the Bronx to BK'lyn, together we about a ton or better
On the way in, we rhyme related, very underestimated
That's why I'm winning in this world of sins
Steady grinning, money boss spending
Distant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influential
Spiritually and mental, what you into I done been through
Preaching my words and don't know what you owe
It shows you wanna be me, but won't show it
Ain't nothing changed, but players, the game remains the same
I had a ten year run, hey I can't complain
Took the next step see, from Coke to Pepsi
From the bx weed, riding the south beach on jet-ski
Play to survive, you ain't live you just living
You breathing a good one, but where I'm from, y'all forbidden
Come around, bad decision, you rather be in prison
Ain't' no ducking what I'm delivering won't be forgiving in
Laying there shivering, half the night
You gotta walk toward the light, everything is aiight
I make sure everything you endure stays tight
Big Lord Tariq, Jay-Z, outta sight
I spent nights on corners, see the crack, copped my first Mac
No longer scared to pump what y'all pump, now I burst back
It hurts that, don't seem C.R.E.A.M. can make my purse fat
Without the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearse, black
But curse that, trying to see Nas was your worst match
Blowing like Tahiti, throw off NYPD
Am I greedy? Like Amin Idi see me
In a fly Salinii, gimme frames and a beanie
I flip my loot twice a week on the most trifest streets
You got no right to eat, by the laws of life you keep
Ain't no love lost, none taken, none given
Stressing how I'm living it
Thinking when my loot first came, look what I did with it
Bought my click glaciers and pagers
Rolling ten deep to Las Vegas
Copped a live croc, chopped it up, hit my block off with Gators
Feeding peoples, from the Bridge to Decatur
But now, two years, five months and 30 days later
I still put out the street flavor
But watch that kid right there, a bulge in his night wear
Awoke me up to ways I used to be in my heist years
Bubble eye small fry, loaded four five
Just thirsting for some person with shine to just walk by
Now that I can see the 360, now that it's me, that's jiggy
Them coolly heads, they wanna stick me, whoa!
