High Definition lyrics

[Skit: Bill Whitaker & Mike Tyson]

Bill: Look at this stuff, this is history here...you're history

Mike: This is garbage...I can say I bled for garbage

Bill: So this is meaningless...

Mike: No, at one time it meant a lot.

When you're just a young kid this is everything to you,

Then you realize your priorities change.

And you just want your children to be happy

And do nice things and that makes you happy.

This is nothing. This is just nothing man...

[Intro: Rick Ross]

Ugh, God Forgives and I Don't

That's one of my many emotions, that's one of my many flaws

I am flawed, it may not seem that way but I am

So don't play with me

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

I can talk about the bodies, I could tell you 'bout the killing

Duct taping niggas in the name of drug dealin'

Big body Benzes while the bitch niggas starve

Turtleneck Mercedes blowin' smoke up out the top

Time to talk about the money, I can tell you bout a profit

Oceanfront spot moving niggas out the projects

Diamonds on my neck call it the ghetto's guillotine

Fuckin' with them jewelers nigga lit up like a screen, HD

Look at me ballin' I'm talkin' high definition

Fuckin' up six digits, boy that's just my definition

Niggas gotta get murked but I'm just minding my business

Bought three Range Rovers dolo, so fuck Expedition

On the road to the riches until I'm paid in full

And the Lord is my witness, I got a AK to pull

These niggas full of shit, my niggas moving bricks

I could front you fifty, but you gotta move 'em quick, my moolah thick

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face

Better blow out your brains before you give me a case

Got the forty by my dick I keep on pissin' on the hammer

When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana

High definition I'm stacking money to the ceiling

Fuck my ho feelings, look here, it's time to make a killin'

Got a hundred silent niggas and they fiending for a million

High definition bitches, my life a motion picture

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

I could talk about the bitches, I could tell you 'bout the bricks

Pull up in the Bentley I could pop up in the six

Helicopter rides I can sit it on the club

Sound of the propeller had my young bitch busting nuts

Niggas wanna crack jokes just to get close to me

Hope you know that I'm strapped like I supposed to be

Put a number on your helmet like it's Notre Dame

5 grand'll get you whacked, won't even know your name

Road to the riches until I'm paid in full

And the Lord is my witness we making major moves

God forgives and I don't, I got it tatted in my skin

I'm going straight to hell that's if ballin' is a sin

Crucifix on my neck I pray it never melt

Pacquiao purse, boy I took another belt

Take a seat, I'm undefeated in this art of war

Rest in peace to the pussies, it's time to scar some more

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face

Better blow out your brains before you give me a case

Got the forty by my dick I keep on pissin' on the hammer

When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana

High definition I'm stacking money to the ceiling

Fuck my ho feelings, look here, it's time to make a killin'

Got a hundred silent niggas and they fiending for a million

High definition bitches, my life a motion picture