[Lupe Fiasco]   Roc-A-Fella, 1st AND!!   Jay... Lupe!      Yeah, uhh   And so it seems that I'm, sewin jeans   And, 1st and 15 is just a sewin machine   So I, cut the pattern and I, sew in seams   And, button in this hustlin then publically I'm Buddy Lee   There's no bustin them and cuffin them is like   usherin in the regime, they want me to make Prince pants   But I withstand, I ain't gotten into that   A little big in the waist, two-pocket on the back   Call them Nu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in blue dye   Give 'em the game, that's like givin chocolate to the fat   Look, how you think I got here?   That's the same game that came through where I lived as a kid   in the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the back   Made me a ripper, deliver like river   Content a little more thicker, slicker   Yeah, and they said oil and water don't mix   Now they all down at the beach washin off the fish   Was Blackbeard 'til I brought the Roc into your ships   YEAH!      [Chorus]   It's my life, my life - everything I dooo I dooooo for you   I do it all for you - everything I say you knowwww it's the truth   I'll say it is the truth - I'll take all the pressure offff of you   Take pressure off of you; I'll take, the pressure off of you      [Lupe Fiasco]   YEAH!   Uhh, it's hella proper (proper)   Cause it sag so low you can see boxer, like a boxer's   That's the way that the Family's pants worn   Then we slide, and try and put 'em on   The stones in the pocket'll drag you down to Davy Jones locker   Beware if you wanna Roc the Knickerbocker   Other nigga from the block what, they was sellin O's   like Wheel of Fortune, of imported cocaine   just to feel important, it was +Do or Die+   They was tired of bein "Po' Pimps," now for sure   That was just a product of my common sense   I guess, I was just guessin like the consonants   Momma said beware of what the devil do   Tell 'em that your soul's not for sale like the W's   So go ahead and pirate, the highest   cannons make you leak like pirated my shhh..   It's no shhh.. it's just shhh like quiet   And big homey's out of retirement      [Chorus]      [Jay-Z]   Uhh, Young, uhh   So the pen is mightier than the sword my lord   My first picture was a line-up, now I'm on the Forbes   And I still remain the artiste through thees all   If you force my hand I'll be forced to "draw"   If the war calls for war halls   Hope you got enough space on your hall's walls   I make niggaz murals, then escape the bureau's   investigation, out in Europe on vacation   I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy   (Blaow) Here's a round boy (blaow blaow) down boy   Sound boy, you don't wanna soundclash loud noise   leave niggaz paranoid if not paralyzed   Which means you can't walk in my shoes   Too much green you can't talk in my hue   Extend the team, nigga holla at Lu'   1st and 15th, that's my cue, I'm through      [Chorus]