Lyrics Rick Ross – Valley Of Death

The meek shall inhieret the earth
Thats what the bible says
I need it.

Walk like a giant

Embrace my empire
Batta boy eat fire
Guns like choirs when they sing keep quite
Will I get to heaven? turn a song 27
Lord knows when I see this monkey I’m gon be the devil

Be him cause I’m clever
Beat him at whatever
You never was a G nigga unit aint even togetha
New york’s unified down south love dat
When we get to shine? muthafuckas where the love at?

Real niggas gettin money betta log on
Think da games dead now? imagine when ya dogs gone
Imagine when this song gone
When ya phone off, there’s only one to call on

I mean if I die today
I could honestly say, thank you, Lord
Thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord

I’m bigger than a title, bigger than a name
You could label me the biggest label in the game
Put food on the table, fed the whole city
Tell me who be the fool if the Feds come get me

Better years are better when you call it trendsetter
The world so cold hope you got a lil’ sweater
Caught a lil case but he had a lil’ cheddar
Planned out the 15, poured his life in a letter

Very first line he called, trick daddy stupid
Say he got aids, tellin’ people that it’s lupus
Not the one just to jump to conclusions
I’m gettin’ money, small talk can be a nuisance

Broke chains, reminiscent to them nooses
Sittin’ on deuces, new land cruisers
Who the fuck you callin’ losers, you niggas losin’
Look like you could use us

When I bought my first Run DMC vinyl
And my first 2 Live Crew cassette
I woulda cried if I knew I would be where I’m at today
Took me 40 minutes to walk there to buy it

Call ya boy, A C.O. but if I really was
When all these niggas undercover, fuckin’ niggas up
Keep it trilla, nigga never had a gun and badge
Kept a nice, watch smokin’ on a hundred sack

Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks
Skippin’ school, I saw my friend stabbed with a ice pick
Young nigga 15 with 3 C’s
From that very day I carried on the 3 C’s

Can’t criticize niggas tryna get jobs
Better get smart, young brotha live yours
Only live once and I got 2 kids
And for me to feed them I get 2 gigs

I shuffle shit, I ceo so we can bow our head
And pray over the meatloaf
I’m lookin’ at the big picture
Keep a bitch with cha, tryna get a bit richer

I remember prayin’ for, for me to just get the
The opportunity to just get a record deal
And now I sign artists
Thank you, lord