I gotta testify,

come up in the spot

looking extra fly

For the day I die,

I'm-a touch the sky

Gotta testify,

come up in the spot

looking extra fly

For the day I die

I'm-a touch the sky

Back when they thought

pink polo's would

hurt the Roc

Before Cam got the

sh*t to pop

The doors was closed

I felt like Bad Boy's

street team

I couldn't work the locks

Now let's go

Take 'em back

to the plan

Me and my momma

hopped in the

U-Haul van

Any pessimists I

ain't talked to them

Plus, I ain't have no

phone in my apartment

Let's take 'em back

to the club

Least about an hour

I would stand on line

I just wanted to dance

I went to Jacob an hour

after I got my advance

I just wanted to shine

Jay's favourite line:

"Dog, in due time"

Now he look at me,

like "Damn, dog, you

where I am"

A hip hop legend

I think I died

in an accident 'cos

this must be heaven

I gotta testify,

come up in the spot

looking extra fly

For the day I die,

I'm-a touch the sky

Gotta testify,

come up in the spot

looking extra fly

For the day I die

I'm-a touch the sky

Now let's take 'em

high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh

la la la la la la la

Now let's take 'em

high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh

la la la la la la la

Back when Gucci was

the sh*t to rock

Back when Slick Rick

got the sh*t to pop

I'd do anything

to say "I got it"

Damn, them new loafers

hurt my pocket

Before anybody wanted

K-West beats

me and my girl split

the buffet at KFC

Dog, I was having

nervous breakdowns

Like "Damn, these

n*ggas that much

better than me?"

Baby, I'm going

on an airplane

And I don't know if

I'll be back again

Sure enough I sent the

plane tickets but

when she

came to kick it things

became different

Any girl I cheated on,

sheets I skeeted on

I couldn't keep it

at home

I thought I needed

a Nia Long

I'm trying to

right my wrongs

But it's funny these

same wrongs helped

me write this song now

I gotta testify,

come up in the spot

looking extra fly

For the day you die

You gonna

touch the sky

Testify, come up

in the spot

Looking extra fly

For the day you die

You gonna touch the sky

Yes, yes, yes guess

who's on third?

Lupe still like

Lupin the Third

Hear life here till

I'm beer on the curb

Peach fuzz buzz but

beard on the verge

Hold it down like

we're on the serve

Bottle-shaped body

like Mrs. Butterworth's

But, before you

say another word

I'm back on the block

like a man on the street

I'm trying to stop

lying like a Mum-Ra

But I'm not lying

when I'm laying

on the beat

Engarde, touchez

Lupe cool as the Unthar

But I still feel

as possessed as

a gun charge

I come as correct

as a porn star

In a fresh pair

of steps and my best

foreign car

So I represent the first

Now let me end

my verse right where

the horns are like, uh

I gotta testify,

come up in the spot

looking extra fly

For the day you die

You gonna

touch the sky

Testify, come up

in the spot

Looking extra fly

For the day you die

You gonna

touch the sky

Uh, sky high

Uh uh sky high

Uh uh sky high

Uh uh sky high

Uh uh sky high

Uh uh sky high

Uh uh sky high

Uh uh sky high

Yeah keep rollin'

Yeah

Feels good to be

home baby

Feels good

to be home