Ybe Remix lyrics

[Bars-n-Hooks]

Startin` wit` us, through this take over we lockin` down the sound

Hip Hop`s makeover, we breakin` the rules and changin` the game

We ain`t yo QB regulars, we breakin` to change

We the most Infamous Black Entrepeneurs

We leaders, record sellin` overacheivers, controllin` the speakers

Movin` the crowds, bringin` our own sound and lockin` it down

So if you on your own wit` us, flow wit` us , give it all you got

And you goin` blow wit` us, see you at the top, we on our way

Cause Bars-n-Hooks is here to stay, we here forever

We entrepeneuin`, straight out of the back of the trunk

Dawg theres no losin` , we independent Dunn you talk it, we do it

You frontin`,we Young Black Entrepenue it..



[Chorus*Prodigy and Female*]

...Get rich, get money, get paper(FUBU)

Get paid, get straight, get laced(Karl Kani)

Get yo ones, Get yo Dunns out the slums(Roca-Fella)

Get yo ones, get yo moms out the hood

Get dollas, get cash, get bucks(Ruff Ryders)

Get wit` it, get big, get bucks(Flava Unite)

Be a lil` git or be a drugs(Kashmir)

Get a job nigga do something

Dr. y`all be a Young Black Entrepenuer, we them Young Black Entrepenuers

Blackheads, we them Young Black Entrepenuers

We them Young Black Entrepenuers



[Havoc]

yo, yo...Young Black Entrepenuer, pop the fo`

Only when needed thats what them soldeirs for

Got my mind on this money, got enough or more

A have me vaskin` in this son, why you scramblin` dawg

Niggas makin` real mistakes, some talk about that real estate

Pumpim` that real shit, thats what I call weight, what cha` call on

I call it Half-Weight, Half-Ass, How to starve wit only Half-a-Cake

Fuck outta here, wit` a mouth to feed, a have me goin` hard

Like Smokey goin` for` trees, and you can blow these

Blockin` my nigga please, I wake up in the morning wit` that #1 thing

Get Money, like pussy can`t live wit` out it, and if you don`t got it

Probably gonna be wit` out it, Fo` Sho, Young, Black, Entrepenuer

Pop the fo`, only when needed thats wat its for



[Bars-n-Hooks]

yo...hey yo, Its all about the paper, the big mansion we lampin`

The office buildings for all his buisness

we got cha` like "Damn" look at all this Infamous, Films and

Promotion, Record and clothin`, we on our own in puttin up our own chips

Thats the whole meanin` of In-De-Pen-Dence, scared money, don`t make money

And the clothes malt, dont` give venom

Real niggas take money, cause we the real Entrepenuers in this game

We, young, black and doin` our thang, I`m only 19, playin wit chips

That y`all want, talk about me any way, I`ont care cause I`m up

I`ma QB see-er, YBE-er, everybody wanna join us, why?they can`t beat us

The ice on us, they blind, they can`t see us

We push benzes and own our buisness...



[Chorus*Prodigy and Female*]

...Get rich, get money, get paper(Cash Money)

Get paid, get straight, get laced(No Limit)

Get yo ones, Get yo Dunns out the slums

Get yo ones, get yo moms out the hood(BET)

Get dollas, get cash, get bucks(Faith Magazine)

Get wit` it, get big, get bucks(Don Diva)

Be a lil` git or be a drugs(Granson)

Get a job nigga do something(*echoes something, something*)