over for something better It's better on my side, it's better on my side It's better on my side, it's better on my side 'Cause I'm better than her (Rick Ross
was a sister who really cooked. Isadora was the first bra burner And you're glad she showed up. (Oh yeah) And when the country was falling apart Betsy Ross
[Intro - Rick Ross] With kush and lean on my breath The big boss Ricky Ross here is Trilla You Know I'm talkin bout [Verse 1 - Rick Ross] Shout out to
ll make you say, "Daaam!" Everytime I make a jam make you wanna say, "Daaam!" Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo' Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot Check
your luck C'mon...play pussy'n'get fucked Ass-hole snicker and get beat Your a bad motherfucker if you dare to compete Cause Diana Ross be comin' at
3-D And that is called AIDS in case you didn't know And the only blow I'm giving is this knockout blow Switching with your bandana looking like Diana Ross
ANDREO Smith-hyphen-Moore-hyphen-Brown-hyphen-Gore, Some more hyphens with Johnson and Green; Palmer and Hook, and then Matterson, Cooke, And Pierce,
do it Last week You may have heard that we got into it Now the boy missin bitch you heard how them Gotti's do it (2x) Im cooking a brick which is my
no the boys on the block wanna take us, Cuz we bringin all of the paper, n From nothinn, To somethinn, You know us we the Usual Suspects. (Rick Ross
county, town, and school. (Tell 'em 'bout it!) Those pilgrim women who ... who braved the boat Could cook the turkey, but they ... they could not vote. Even Betsy ROSS
that Put the kush back blowin strong like some percocet Still affiliated with the mid and purple pac Money money money, I gotta get plenty I throw that ross
[feat. Travis Barker, Swizz Beatz, Lil Wayne & Rick Ross] [Swizz Beatz:] Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer
already know I been getting money way back in ninety-fo. [Chorus x2] [Rick Ross:] I tote big chips, ride big whips, smelling like cush walking thru Sis Field. It's Rick Ross
me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid Making me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing My Nina Ross
here wildin, hollerin like Keisha did Tommy, If you aint see Belly You dont nothin about it What else can you tell me But my flow so (?) Cook it up a
roll it, I like it (Ross!) She rollin' wit moa (moa!) Talk to 'em like it (yuh!) Khaled's the boss Like Ricky's the Ross Everyone of my doggs, where
black man ride Making white man money Supplying all the fiends yeah I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream [repeated] [Rick Ross] Punish
Ross] I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove general electric, perfected, cooking them O's