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From the Ground Up

Testin', testin'

It's game orienfested, size sixes vested

K-Cizee, JoJo, that boy Too Sheezee, Todd Shaw

And Earl Stevens, AKA, Charlie Hustle

Hey Todd, you on? Am I on?The foundation was laid several years ago

I built a whole empire in your stereo

Got a four leaf clover representin' the Bay

Oakland, Frisco, Vallejo, and EPAWe keep the shit together, let's keep it that way

From Sacramento all the way to San Jose

We in a new era for ten years you made hits

So what's up E-Feezi? We still the shit, beotchHow you think I got this pot belly, overnight?

Shet a nigga was hungry, I had an appetite

Just like a lie to my people that's caught up in the struggle

Motherfuckers tryin' to bubble, niggaz tired of slangin'Barney Rubble, gettin' in trouble and fuckin' up

Parole got me makin' my kids piss in a cup

It's cold, that's why I got a few bucks, I put up

From sellin' greens, investing in some vending machines

From the ground upWe started with nothing from nothing we made something

Nobody really gave a damn about us from the bottom we started

We started with nothing from nothing we made something

Nobody really gave a damn about us from the ground on upFrom the ground up, here go some details

This verse right here was made, said strictly for the females

Don't y'all know it's time for y'all to blow up like Napalm

Instead of sellin' Tupperware and AvonGet your business license, go on and put the peas in the pot

Tell your baby to get your baby daddy to buy you a nail shop

Or a beauty saloon, since he come to be the biggest tycoon

With methamphetamine laughs and heroin balloonsSix police pulled me over laid a nigga on the ground

Searched my car real good I know you know what they found

I had the trunk, full of that junk, X-Rated lyrics, laced with the funkNo doubt, I was just about to flood the streets

Big boxes full of tapes with them dope fiend beats

Two white boy groupies, mad as hell

Black men makin' mail, couldn't take him to jailWe started with nothing from nothing we made something

Nobody really gave a damn about us from the bottom we started

We started with nothing from nothing we made something

Nobody really gave a damn about us from the ground on upI spent sixteen hundred makin' born to mack

Used my niggaz gold ropes and his Cadillac

I was broke to start with, didn't give a fuck

Couldn't tell me Short Dawg wasn't comin' upWhen motherfuckers roll by bumpin' your stuff

It makes you feel good like when you bust a nut

Now I'm a millionaire and can't get enough

Forty tell em how it is way too tough, Short DawgWhen I first started rappin', motherfuckers would cap

That nigga fake he sound like Woody Pecker on crack

Niggaz, would laugh and say, "I rap too fast way back then"

But now I be catchin' all kind of motherfuckers tryin' to sneak

My little old style inAnd that's a compliment 'cause I ain't trippin' on the money

What about the money? What about the money?

Ask me, sheeit, I think there's enough money up in this bitch

For all of us, we can Sasquatch pimp the system without a doubt

All we gotta be is 'bout our paper routeWe started with nothing from nothing we made something

Nobody really gave a damn about us from the bottom we started

We started with nothing from nothing we made something

Nobody really gave a damn about us from the ground on upThat's real, Too Sheezee, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli

K-Ci and my nigga, JoJo

We all come from the ground up, beaotchRight from the bottom to the top from the ground up we never stop

Right from the bottom to the top, we never stop

Right from the bottom to the top from the ground up we never stop

Right from the bottom to the top, we never stopNever stop, no we will never stop, baby

We will never stop, we will, we will never stop

We will never stop from the ground up, from the ground up

From the ground up, no, from the ground up, from the ground up

From the bottom to the top, baby, baby baby baby baby, baby, baby

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