The Transporter Lyrics - Rick Ross

One time for the n-ggas that's huggin' the block 

Two times for the boys thats bubblin' rock 

Three times for the G's including myself 

Four times for the brothers that's reachin' the wealth 

Five times for the hustle I taught it myself 

Transporter I bought it myself 

I bought it myself 

N-ggas major, taylor two's? the newest gators 

Gangsta, I'm muthaf-ckin' Albert Anastasia 

Michael Corleone, presidential Rolly on 

Net worth unknown, closet full of Skull and Bones 

Silver spurs come his and hers, just live and learn 

Snipers on the roof's for troops, that's for whom it concern's 

Applaud the whore's abroad awaiting my return 

Ressurected like Makaveli, pray my soul burns 

Sole supplier for cocaine in southern states 

sending sack city to city, be back in a couple days 

Don't get me started, I make triple in fickle markets 

My profit margin'll have all you local n-ggas starvin' 

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One time for the n-ggas that's huggin' the block 

Two times for the boys thats bubblin' rock 

Three times for my borhters who reachin' the wealth 

Four times for the G's including myself 

Thinking back when a n-gga never had a quarter 

Much love for the b-tches wearing something shorter 

Five times for the trap, got a n-gga ballin' 

But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter 

When I'm looking for a certain feeling, gotta hit it raw 

Look up to my ceiling ladies, chandeliers galore 

Look into my closet then you know I love couture 

Even more shoe collection too fly for the f-cking floor 

Shelves, Louis V in shelves 

Shoot the f-cking stylist we gon' find this shit ourselves 

Audemar was designed by Swizz Beatz 

Black face black ben on stitching is a beast 

They say the least I am extradinaire 

Transporter yeah I bought it, yeah pistols in the air 

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Sole supplier for cocaine in southern states 

sending sack city to city, back in a couple days 

Don't get me started, I make triple in fickle markets 

My profit margin'll have all these local n-ggas starvin' 

I got the thangs, I'mma tell ya once 

Better have your money right, you won't see me for months 

One time for the n-ggas that's huggin' the block 

Two times for the boys thats bubblin' rock 

Three times for my borhters who reachin' the wealth 

Four times for the G's including myself 

Thinking back when a n-gga never had a quarter 

Much love for the b-tches wearing something shorter 

Five times for the trap, got a n-gga ballin' 

But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter