Текст песни Common - Stay Schemin' (Remix )

[Hook]
I ride for my n*ggas dawg, I ride for my n*ggas
I slide for my n*ggas dawg, I ride for my n*ggas dawg

Stay schemin’
N*ggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my n*ggas
Stay schemin’
N*ggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my n*ggas

[Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short, f*ck it, I don’t wanna go to court
F*ck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
F*ck it, I’m on the run for the money
I’m in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil n*ggas thuggin’, even got me paranoid
I’m gettin’ money, that’s in any n*gga category
Double M I got G’s out in California

[Hook]

[Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn’t come complete with n*ggas like ours
That’s why I see no need to compete with n*ggas like y’all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up n*gga that’s all
Don’t be ducking like you never wanted nothing
It’s feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back when if a n*gga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays n*ggas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in Apollo lounge
Me and my G from DC that’s how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shit like that you never know
Million dollar meetings in Apollo lounge
Me and my man all Oliver North that’s how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets ’bout a rap n*gga
I tell a b*tch its more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe ’bout to lose a hundred fifty M’s
Kobe my n*gga I hate it, had to be him
B*tch you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym
(B*tch you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucien I said f*ck it I’m tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix and take her ass out in public
Ordered it a filet tell her butterfly she’ll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin’
I’m just hittin’ my pinnacle you and pussy identical
You like the f*ckin’ finish line we can’t wait to run into you
But let me get my mind of that
Young rich muthaf*cker getting mine off rap
With my n*ggas

[Hook]

[Common]
My motto is: Chicago, b*tch
Everybody know you sweet, what the problem is
Don’t play dumb, I’m the one that acknowledged it
Son of a b*tch, I imagine what your father is
She said, “How you make your opponent
The rapper of the moment?” His style, he don’t own it
Acting all hard when he hardly like that
You gon’ mess around and make me catch a body like that
Don’t do it
Because every song you make Joe is really ho music
I heard you said you wasn’t a b*tch because you sing
You a b*tch because you cling like a b*tch that’s eighteen
Can’t say my name or rap about a n*gga’s wife
You so black and white, trying to live a n*gga’s life
I’m taking too long with this amateur guy
You ain’t wet nobody, n*gga, you Canada dry

[Common Speaking]
Soft n*gga. Make no mistake, I’m talking to Drake
It’s the remix. Rick Ross, Common, and that ho ass n*gga
No, man-to-man, don’t hide behind them other n*ggas
Nah, this man-to-man. You can’t run behind them man
This is some real man shit right here

[Destiny’s Child]
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
If you ain’t running game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kinda shady
Why the sudden change?
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
If you ain’t running game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kinda shady
Better say my name
Better say my name
Better say my name
Better say my name