Lyrics Black Opium - DJ Premier , Rick Ross

Can I get a rozay (rozay)
Can I get a rozay (rozay)
Let me get a huh (huh)
Let me get a huh (huh)
Huh

I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya

Shooters in the crowd, 50 carats
They givin' dab
My lifestyle get busy, you niggas really rare
Put my bitches on
Get money, stay out of the trap
Fuck 'em long, smoke the bong, maybe go get a tat
No illusion, quarter millie for this whip I'm cruzin'
Caught a deal, hop a plane with Hov
And I kept it movin', mob ties, Santeria
Protect me from these shooters
Nice suits, so religious, these muthafuckas ruthless
Blonde broads, cuban cigars, shit I get the true
Lucky suit, V.I.P., Double M, T.I. truth
Cap guns, stab wounds, they think we're having fun
Doing shows, fucking hoes, Gunplay's still on the run

I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya

Some niggas choke, Some niggas don't

Pissing in portable potties out at the public school
Late to class, walk the halls then wanna run with tools
Say your name, what's your gang, my people wrote the rule
4th of July, light up the sky, step on my shoes
All I do is feed niggas and they call it food
That's my fool, I assume you know he's the room
You hear the boom, soul floating like a balloon
Fatal wound, if war niggas yell "I played the rules"
A lot of goons, cocaine bitches consume
Still fill the room, King of Diamond, go get the broom
Dreamchasers you fuck with Meek, you gotta fuck with Coon
Them my poon, they DC, carve it in my tomb

I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya

I only take time out for all my bad bitches
Ex-bitches, my last bitch was far from average
Fast whips, G wagon that's horse and carriage
Marriage is not for me I'm rich and careless
Ex-ex relax under my mattress
Fourty blocks of white, that Marshall Mathers
Eight mile, a while my shit was stagnant
Seven fifties do 'eight' figures, young nigga at it
Ho wow, ho now, they think it's magic
I bring the best out your bitch, she livin' lavish
Mink drapes, Prince cape on my talon
The parallel, twist one for Khaled

I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya
I do this for us
I, I, I do this for us