Intro The Red Light District lyrics

Yeh, ohh!

Check me out, look



It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain

Fo` albums in the can and I`m STILL in the game (what up?)

And last album, they don`t like me to tell this

Debuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!)

That`s what they tellin me, switch up your melody

Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies

So they can lock us up one at a time

But true writers stay FREE in e`ry one of our lines

And if you not feelin I`m the cream of the crop

I`ll KNOCK rappers off your list `til I get to the top!

Still you lookin at a man that`s financially stable

Only nigga gettin checks cut from four different labels

That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts

Still I walk around the streets like I`m broke as FUCK

So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody

It`s cause I`m thinkin `bout plans that`s bigger than Serena booty

Me and Shaka still starvin and lookin for meals

And HEADS UP! Ludacris is almost out of his deal

I`m over ten million sold, every album is CRACK

And for now I`m bout to carry Def Jam on my BACK

Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottom

Though I make big money, still handle small problems

The ramblin at the mouth, I don`t PLAY THAT SHIT

I`m the best and I ain`t really got SAY THAT SHIT!
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