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Came Along Way

This song is by Haystak and appears on the album Mak Million (1998).

Soooouth siiide! Haystak mak, full circle 3-6-oh, back on ya like this here.this here I say down...

Down south players do they get busy ? Well...
Them eagles on them spinners get dizzy as hell.

They keep on spinnin' "beep, beep"
As the haters start grinnin "what's up dawg?"

They talk a lot but my boys don't study dem fools
Who get the last laugh flossin on 'em covered in jewels?

Way before some rhymin an royalty checks
Diamonds was a way a getting more respect.

Street flava all-star my peers r pioneers
Sonny an k dem boys been makin' money fo years

Makin' cash money like m.c. m
U been in tha game a minute you'll remember them.

Big body chevys, rims, spoilers,
In an out a town like the tennesee oilers.

Gals call us but we won't call back
"Stak your big ass thinks you all that." "yeah"

We came a long way ay ay... just to be paid aid aid
And we sittin' on top op op, and you know it won't stop op op.

We roll up on 'em "brrrrrrr, buk buk buk, vrummm, vrummm,
Where'd that big 'ol white boy come from?

Aw big dawgs gotta get that money "brrring"
"Street flava records" girl let me speak ta sonny.
"What's up man?" "what's on ya mind boss?"
"I'm thinkin' 'bout a merger" "uh-huh, ya think?"
"We murder it"

Double s that's the way I ride
South side till the day I die
On the rhyme I won't be denied
They be no joke down here where we reside

That fast you can be on politics an status
Mad, cash like an ass gettin' apparatus

The baddest gals be with the ugliest men
Down for hair an nails who got the most money ta spend

Surround sound that shit's amazin dude
But I bring my beat-box on ya block an get rave reviews

Stak's a bullet in tha bill-board, rockin' award shows,
World tours, take control of record stores
Can you see my sales soar? Fo sure, u can't deny me no more
Pack my bags beeyotch, bon jour, I'm on tour.

Straight clownin leavin' mic stands broke
'Cause I can put it down without the lights and smoke

Sonny dropped the track and it was straight up butter
Ain't nothin' ta do but count my money, an shoot the magazine covers.

My team's supreme, I fiend for green, like a
Sweet splittin cheese gittin cream machine

So many words come ta ya mind when ya mention mak-million
Lyrical genius, got-damn this brilliant.
So cold-blooded I shoulda been born sicilian
Odds on doin' what we doin' must be one in a billion

I played it right late at night and I stayed alive
I been writin erry night since eighty-five

(Chorus x4: fade out)

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