ME MYSELF AND JIN
SHUT UP AND LISTEN
please?
Lyrics
Who be here? Its J I N U
The kid from the block and the beef against you
So wutcha gonna do homie? Pick up ya mic?
Or run away to ya mommy sayin “he pickin fights”
Man ya homie this, homie that, ya homie got ya back?
But when I pop on the streets homies hundred yards back
Who ya tryin to fool kid? This the fukin legend
The dude w/ the rhymes have uurrrrbody sweatin
Im like a god figure, ya couldn’t get up on me
You would look me up if ya studying mythology
All I need is one bar to kill a nigga quick
Cus im the diarrhea if ya thinking you the shit
Talk about homeruns? Yah I seen u hit a couple
Ya got the smallest nigga yellin at ya “on the double”
How am I suppose to show respect for a gimmick
Ya aint a thug homie a super soakers ya limit
Wutcha tryin to pull? Makin moves on mah women
Tryin to get up on this shit cus u kno uer ass wont be winnin
Got mah hustle on the grind G’s show up on time
Im like PAC got mah lil homies keep ya in line
Im so explosive, skills blowing up them big noses
Got the cats shit they pants now they smellin like roses
We the infamous rap crew, the world knows us
This aint ya fukin photo shoot, quit actin like poser
Ey yo im hot w/ the rhyme, im the fire, the flame
I got wutever is u need, the desire ya claim
I got quick cash, cars, girls offerin brain
Ya rollin 6 in ya van, homie im rollin in trains
Fo the fans im the favorite
From k town to skater chicks
Hit it from the back and I aint lookn for that safer shit
1, 5, 10, a hundred girls is wut the players get
well, that’s mah autograph, uh, ill see u later kid
