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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,524
Peak in subgenre #649
Author
Lucifa
Rights
Lucifa
Uploaded
May 18, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Right now I wouldn't care, if you'd dare to offend me/
you just kids who share toys, n I dun wanna be the Nanny/
but lemme show you what I mean...it's about bein fiend/
to beats, Lips and me, the dream team/
It's not about bitin lines, and copyin the show/
not about copied rhymes, and a horrible flow/
it's about makin good music, funny, new and dope/
That's why we're just like +Star Wars+ part 4, "A New Hope"/
It's not about tellin everyone, how damn much you suffer/
not about yellin "gangsta", or bout multis or metaphors/
it's just about what YOU, want it to be about/
whatever you think is sick, deep or shakes the crowd/
So I don't wanna teach lessons or preach the benefits of rap/
either you understand me or you lemme place the bets/
a vet's a vet, if he know what he doin dis fo/
I'm no vet, but I know.../
[Verse 2]
Ayo it’s lips…and dat dude from da fiery pits
I’m high as shit…keep a nine when I ride in my whip
This da profession I chose…I blow vests of foes
Teach ya how to clean…like da pro-fessional
Don’t deny my mic game…cock my shit back…blaw
And put out ya lights mayne
Siciliano wordsmith…you know me already
Turn around…and peep who ya birds with
Mic did-oc…I spit-hot… Da Rap game is lid-ocked…
I’m aimin for da balls like I was boxin wit ridd-ock
don’t disrespect my name…I’ll disconnect ya frame
from ya domepiece…take it home chief..or feel pain
I know why I’m doin dis…you hoe-ride ya boo and shit
Turn it up for dat cold live Brooklyn shit…
hold dat crooked shit… Or old gold…wit 4 or 5 hookers…shit
you know how I do dis…you all actin foolish…I haul back da tool swift
and I’m deadin all beef…leave you restin where you sleep…i’m desparate with da heat
come and try da kid …I’m doin dis rap shit like a 1 to 5 bid…you won’t survive shit//
make me pull on dat thing cause y’all jealous….f.u……here go 2 fingaz fellas//
