U Better Recognize(Explicit)-Sam Sneed

U Better Recognize - Sam Sneed [Sam (Dre):] (I heard Sam was going solo) God damn, you didn't know so, Well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow. I'm hitting harder than Berry Boss so check the golden child, Throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild. But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz proper, Did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah). Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me, Mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills. From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that, Was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn't hold it back. Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure, Mobbing with the ill ni**a, with his finger on a bigger trigger. Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps), Making do', eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah). So peep game, best believe I love my peeps That's why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps (that's right). So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground, I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming. Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise, So open your eyes, I think you better recognize. [Dre (Sam):] Once again it's the man with the masterplan, They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [x2] [Sam (Dre):] I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played punk cops And mad props cause I ran with hard rocks (yeah). From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?), Them build up enough Luther by keys. No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own to pulling capers I'm a sneaky slick ni**a, I never had to pull the trigger (right). I mack, and on top and that I'm used to staying wicked with just 24-7, You can ask my ex-hooker. But now I'm on some new improved sh*t, Making hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate. I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o, When I had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm). Yes indeedy, I wasn't greedy, got my niggaz out the gutter, Now they're rolling with the Sam Sneezy. Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry, These whack creators, I call 'em imitators (ah yeah). Been trying to see me, but see I'm unexplainetory, With the fame and glory, that's why I gotta tell my story. With no disguise, a lot of niggaz despise, Because I'm on an uprise, so I think you better recognize. [Dre (Sam):] Once again it's the man with the masterplan, They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [x2] (Think you better recognize) [x2] [Sam (Dre):] Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy, So fire up a blunt let's have an end of the sanity. Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz, Hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick). F**k what you've heard, recognize what you be seeing, It's time to earn truth to the game human being. I'm that little bass ni**a trying to get mine, f**k a nine, Cause I'll incline with the mastermind. I got my crew in my corner so I can't loose, Cause I'm paying mad douze in this record biz, I don't snooze. And suckers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam, I can't be faded Sam-am. Playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers, Cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars. I'm a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight, Baby get it right, I ain't the one, so take flight. B**ches give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo, Thinking they can get my loot, I never trip to knock the boots. I gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thies, All eyes on the price, so I think you better recognize. [Dre (Sam):] Once again it's the man with the masterplan, They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [x2] Once again it's the man with the masterplan, They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [x2]