We Made It lyrics

[Intro: sample, Superb & Ghostface Killah]
"Tony Starks fights again for survival
And by just a thin thread of electric current
Wins another victory"
Uh, c'mon (Yeah)
C'mon y'all (Bounce wit us)
Hip-hop, what-what? (Celebrities, what?)
Street corner (For all my n*ggas)
Crack spot n*ggas

[Chorus: Chip Banks & Superb]
We made it (Chicken ass mothaf*ckas)
We made it (Envious b*tches)
We made it (Yo, you know what y'all)
We made it

[Verse 1: Superb]
Make me wanna pop something, no champagne
Two-five on me, weed and cracks on me
b*tch motherf*cker tried to get a rep' off me
Leave him there, never know, get him off me
I remember days when we just f*cked b*tches
Bought a lot of clothes and played the ave
Now we rap n*ggas with a lot of wardrobes
And if we want a n*gga dead we pay the cash
I ain't trying to waste my career on y'all
Even scuffle with you, waste gear on y'all
But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out
You gon' f*ck around and get your whole back blown out
I remember on the Island, Cay tone out
In the Mess Hall hall, about to zone out (Word)
Dumb motherf*ckers with our microphone out
We just dumb motherf*ckers with our microphone out
[Verse 2: Chip Banks]
See, see, see
See me I roll with Ghost and
Cats that carry they toast, make the Post and
Front pagin', center-stagin'
When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game, man
We rocked our own diamond rings, see them bling-bling
Got big boy toys, push sixes
Dime b*tches, told y'all before we import those
Jury stay froze, court cases get closed
n*ggas hate Nino, 'cause how fast I rose up
Like George Jefferson and 'em, stepping on 'em
The headline read, "Starks had the weapon on him"
And the vest, what y'all expect? He a vet
Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' fail
When we dealing with Supreme Clientele (-Tele, -tele, -tele)

[Bridge: Superb]
From Rikers Island to the Cayman Island
We thugs like, life is the same challenge (Uh-huh)
Do the knowledge, recognize your talent
And if you live the streets, you better stay silent
From Rikers Island to the Cayman Island (C'mon)
We thugs like, life is the same challenge (Uh-huh)
Do the knowledge, recognize your talent (Yeah, yeah)
And if you live the streets, you better stay silent
[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface swarmed by groupies
Mingle among stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
Highlight of the century, first bet placed upon entry
Fainted when the book mentioned me
Keep balling, new systems, high sciences
Drop, the Ghost listening, track sizzling
Angelica, Judy Plum for b*tches, Goines, king of the sin
Best sellers for n*ggas, stay together
Posted up trucks, leaning on the Benz Cinemax smile
Shot in thirty-five lens you program
Broke bottles of Dom, seven inch bangles, back breakers
I'm a dope fiend, look at my arm, Popeye strength
Rap with a British accent, Gucci robes
Dennis Coles in the latest fashions blow backs in
Flip raps like forty-eight bundles
Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Bryant Gumbel

[Verse 4: Hell Razah]
Analyze this sh*t like De Niro
Words in your center ear hole, blocks of ice like Sub-Zero
We been right since day zero, shatter your soul like glass windows
Turn virgins to nymphos
Pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe
Wild out, throw your liquor bottles
At hood rats to the richest models
We conversate like Christ and the Twelve Apostles, and life without you
Held counsel with great men to murderers in the state pen
Being caged in the wages of sin before they read up they pop our tape in
You ain't gotta tuck you chain in
'Cause here we want the head of Satan, doo-rags and our pants hanging
[Chorus: Chip Banks & Ghostface Killah]
We made it (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
We made it (That's right y'all)
We made it (Street corners)
We made it (Jail n*ggas)
We made it (Riker's Island)
We made it (Ge-Grey Haven)
We made it (Big Un, that's right y'all)
We made it (Word up)

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
All y'all, all y'all crumbs
We made it, n*gga
Step the f*ck off
True indeed, true indeed
Yeah, Ready Red
That's right, my n*gga Born, that's right yo
Lil' Free in the feds
That's right, you'll be home, n*gga
Yeah, we made it, yeah
C Allah, word up
That's fam, yeah
Check it out, Staten Island
True indeed, five boroughs
Check it, uh-huh