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"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 EPA We 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, beotch How 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 up We 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 up From the ground up, here go some details This 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 Avon Get 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 balloons Six 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 funk No 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 jail We 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 up I 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' up When 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 Dawg When 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 in And 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 route We 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 up That's real, Too Sheezee, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli K-Ci and my nigga, JoJo We all come from the ground up, beaotch Right 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 stop Never 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 "