F/ Jay Bizzy, Sean Price

"These are the makings of you"


[Verse One] [Jay Bizzy]
Okay, I started writin' rhymes a long time ago

Back when I couldn't even find a hoe
Now they show me love, like they behind me yo
Because they know I have potential to be signed with doe

Or maybe it's my charm cause when I shine I glow
And I don't see the harm in gettin' mine, you know?
But it don't happen overnight it takes time to grow

Tryin' to find my flow since I was nine years old
Stayed on my grind fo' sho', now hey, I'm a pro
Did all kind of shows, not a dime at all

But still I'm payin' dues, so what you whinin' fo?
Rap is like a mountain, need to climb it slow
Before you get to forty, got to find your doe

But don't be surprised if there's a line up yo
Pimpin' ain't for love then what your rhymin' fo?
I run a diamond store, droppin' gems since my time to go


[Chorus] [Jay Bizzy]
I remember way back then

When I was comin' up you was there for me, my best friend
Know that, you the reason why I pick up the pen
I tell the DJ to play the record again

Record again

[Verse Two] [Sean Price]

Listen
Lincoln Continental
Sean monumental, arm, leg, leg, arm

But it all start in the mental
Sean Price the government
P Body the nickname

Smoke my blunt, holdin' my nuts, watch the Knick game
Might pop a pill, but the god never sniff cane
Metro card carrier

A legend on the six train
Wack back then, matter of fact ain't %#@! changed
Stay cruddy ^!$$%, I'm better than y'all

Get a knife but yet I feel it's better to brawl, ^!$$%
$#&@ it, just gutted a broad
#~!!@ $$# ^!$$%

For real
Ayo meet the thorough private jet plane leavin' for Cheetoborough
Now I'm broke in coach, smugglin' !@%!e

Sean Price dope like !@(%e in your arm
Put the needle to my vein and remember my moms


Rest in peace [echos]

[Verse Three] [Jay Bizzy]

Okay, I remember you were my best friend
The pen in my left hand, the rest than is history
It's Jay Bizzy

The mother$#&@er can't play with me
So it's a cuss, ? charts to make the food, so I stay shifty
Ain't got no day job

No nine to five, I gotta play hard and take charge
And praise God
For watchin' over me all the times I knew I wasn't alone

He gave me strength on the microphone
Of course I give it all that I got
And live it up, I don't wanna wake up 40 like my life is gone

And yeah, I'm all grown, I know right from wrong
But lord forgive me if I ain't that strong
But sometimes I look back

And ask myself, "Is this all gonna pay off? I know a little cash would help."
But I'd rather live in debt than to live with regrets
It's in my heart and I could never forget


[Chorus] [Jay Bizzy]
I remember way back then

When I was comin' up you was there for me, my best friend
Know that, you the reason why I pick up the pen
I tell the DJ to play the record again
Record again