[Chris Brown - If anybody fresh in the buildin' Take your hand; hold it high to the right now And say damn I'm em, damn I'm killin' em I know feelin' me And if your too in the building Take your hand; it high to the ceilin' right now And say damn I'm em, damn I'm killin' em I know they me now [B.o.B] And I'm still with a lifestyle you would kill fo' here with the same shoes that I had on from the get go Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia; for any of ya'll that didn't And I'm never that hard to find 420 is my ZIP code But back then couldn't get dro, cuz then I was this broke why I got so many hustles Broke man from the floor What would you do in the middle of the the sun goes down and it gets cold? Growin' up in a house no stove No doors, no walls, no And my was always fresher I go to school in his clothes, when I did go So that's why now this the type of life I live for Comin' up as a youngin', man nights I would vomit I would throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my Now I'm the shit, fix the Feel my y'all, I'm this close Spent my life chasin' chips, where's Nabisco? My past memories, I miss Hey, all I can say is you get what you for Brown - Chorus] If anybody fresh in the building Take your hand, hold it high to the right now And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them I they feeling me now And if you too fresh in the Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing I know they me now [T.I] go, hey I'm off my pit-stop Flow airtight no Ziploc Get pop when my shit drop No hip-hop, Tip hop I'm back at the tip top Where I belong, it be long you hear me on a B.o.B song Some gettin' my skeet on To the sole of my feet, G You're have to get your reach on I'm up all the way high, all the way fly On the and I'm off the radar Bernie money, dawg Got killers off with it all I got the juice, could you place a And we place a to who place a call Don't get part and not too hard I disregard you say Back up the trunk and pass the Here's where I'm today Got swag all on me, Can't it away we too ill, ill how we got arenas, domes, and stadiums filled How you [Chris - Chorus] If anybody fresh in the building Take your hand, it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them I they feeling me now And if you too fresh in the Take hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm them I know they me now [B.o.B] And I'm still here a black whip from the strange clouds And I'm here with the same team, nigga stay down Still here for the east Ain't a thing but the bank account Hands high I come 'round Cause I'm killin this shit nigga, hands And I go hard, my passport's a postcard Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your squad With the soul of a But even still I want no parts And no niggas with no You cocksuckers throw guards I'm off for the most part A young dog with an old dumb, but I'm so smart I compose art, me Mozart My like a soap opera With two chicks like Noah's ark They got nice dresses with no bras with good like "Oh God!" a poor child to on top like a mohawk But I new I'd go far Like a gas with no park So no applause, hold the Just put hand up if you know the song Brown - Chorus/Outro] If anybody fresh in the building Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm them I they feeling me now And if you too in the building Take your hand, hold it to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them I know feeling me now