The B to the L, the A to the Z to the E
Early twenties, girls by the twenties

Rims buy 'em twenty, never gin slide me Henny
Blunts roll in twenties, got my stunts holdin' semis
Blaze in the Bentley; be like Jay, "Come and Get Me"

Straight from Q-U-E percisely 40P



Yo you that brother that I always see on MTV
I ain't cop your album got it off the MP3
But it's hot though take it from another emcee

That's what I'm tryna be



Shorty it's the M-O-N-E-Y
My wrists will leave your eyes B-L-I-N-D
My passion for poetry and parting from poverty

Leaves me in position to mould my own like pottery



Heh, ain't really sweatin' you brother, we tryna parlay see
(I heard A&R was short for armed robbery)
I heard selling records is like hitting the lottery



All you need is talent shorty, Blaze got plenty


Shorty holla, come on


The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E

+ (Joy Bryant)

If you start from my toes to my dome like Gators
Iceburg, Gucci, my head cap is Raiders
CD so hot you gotta play hot potato

And Primo won't even take me out with the fader
Cause my voice is laid with paper, my crib, Jamaica
You know the action, get planes built to go there

(What about your Grammy?)
Got it chillin' at my mother's crib
Right next to the Golden Globe

For actin' like I give a $#&@



What you talkin' 'bout? Diamond life, you livin' it
Benji's, Bentley's, your cash flow is infinite



But you know there's more to life than videos
They're different

Cali is where it's at
And that's a wrap, my lip I'm zippin' it


The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E