เนื้อเพลง Black Opium - Rick Ross

[The Crowd & Rick Ross:]
Can I get a rozay (rozay)
Can I get a rozay (rozay)
Let me get a huh (huh)
Let me get a huh (huh)
Huh

[DJ Premier:]
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna' elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya

[Rick Ross:]
Shooters in crowd with 50 carats, they give 'em dab
My livestyle get busy, you n*ggas really rare
Put my b*tches on, get money, stay out the trap
F*ck 'em long, smoke a bong maybe go get a tat
No illusion, quarter millie for this whip I'm cruzin
Caught a deal up a plane with Hov and I kept it movin
Mob ties, (Send a re-up[?]), protect me from these shooters
Nice suits, so religious, these muthaf*ckers ruthless
Blond broads, Cuban cigars, sh*t I get the true
(Lovely suit[?]), VIP, double M.C are truth
Cap guns, Stab wounds, they think we're having fun
Doing shows, f*cking hoes, Gunplay's still on the run

[DJ Premier:]
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya

[Rick Ross:]
Some n*ggas choke, some n*ggas don't
Pissin in portable potties out at the public school
Late to class, walk the halls then wanna run with tools
Say your name, what's your gang, my people wrote the rule
4th of July, light up the sky, step on my shoes
All I do is feed eat?, n*ggas and they call it food
That's my fool?, I assume you know he's in the room
You hear the boom, soul floating like a balloon
Fatal wound, if war n*ggas yell "I played the rules"
A lot of goons, c*caine b*tches consume
Still fill the room; King of Diamond, go get the broom
Dreamchasers you f*ck with Meek, you gotta f*ck with Combs
They're my Poon?
They're DC, carve it in my tomb

[DJ Premier:]
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya
I'mma stand as a man never above ya

[Rick Ross:]
I only take time out for all my bad b*tches
Ex-b*tches, my last b*tch was far from average
Fast whips, G wagon that's horse and carriage
Marriage is not for me I'm rich and careless
Ex-ex relax under my mattres
40 blocks of white, it Marshall matters
8 mile, a while my sh*t was stagnant
Seven fifties do '8' figures, young n*gga at it
Ho wow, ho now, they think it's magic
I bring the best out your b*tch, she livin lavish
Mink drapes, prince cape is on my [?],
the parallel twig[?] of a Caroling

[DJ Premier:]
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya
I do this for us
I, I, I do this for us