Lyrics:

[Kanye West] Heavy hitters fo' life, heavy hitters fo' life You rappers think I give a fuck about the way that they spit Wanna be on my album but don't want me on they shit Everybody thought I was makin' a compilation I was really makin' myself, they competition Fresh off the plane from the All-Star game ??? on TV so it's All-Star trains Just picture man, no snitchin' man Somethin' for the fiends fresh out the kitchen man Last 9.11 I was poor on the ave 'Til I pulled out my map Not it's course 9.11 and I'm floorin' the gas Gotta lotta problems, but at least one that Annette have no more Uh, well Dame look at how everybody changed Tell Jay that I'm 'bout to change the game Tell B.I.G. that we about to get paid All my niggaz about to have it made This makes everything else sound played Goddamn Kanye (Kanye) Kanye! Now hold up Ain't nobody messin' with me dog Now you say it (ain't nobody messin' with you at all) I told dude 'You can't even rap on my interlude' Now does that make me as rude as you? (When the album comin' out?) Man the peoples is askin' Y'all don't model Adidas, just stick with the fashion Y'all already got do' so just spit for the passion The way ya rhyme give me Tribe Called Quest flashbacks And let's not even bring up the tracks man Nope, nope, let's not do that man You eatin' up the game like Pac-Man He got the whole world shakin' just like crack fangs [Hook: Kanye West] Heavy hitters fo' life, Roc-a-Fella is fo' life Throw your diamonds up, throw your diamonds up Throw your diamonds Let the beat ride out for a minute [GLC (Kanye West)] Let's t