作曲 : Jones, Watson, Yates Back up, wait a minute Why you looking at me like that? Do you really wanna trip or you flip in the script? Do you wanna rap with a ***** Or bang us a whoop in a rip? I don't even want us to come to bustin' up shots *****, misery can't produce enough cops and a' Don't know if you whilin' or what? All you wanna do is freestyle in the cut Fan or foe, I don't really know Off at the show ****** they know But I look light, was a good night And I was looking like a mutha fukka Wanna jack all me doe Come up to me, my kids would be chillin' Betta think twice I'm a 5-6 villain All they wanna talk about, I did itWhen I did itMan, I thought I was gonna get a bullet in a minute You should be careful how you walk upon us Got a bonus for all the opponents if they want it I know they wait for Tecca Ninna moments Till the opponent be poppin' up and hes you don't it We don't if they be trippin' or not(No) Probably 'cuz all of them live on the block When you rapping ****** know what you got Toughest ever, when you up on the top Show some respect when you approach me Don't you be mugging me, might have that drug in me Plug in a ***** for nearly shrugging me Ain't nothing wrong with people peeping, geeking Where the man hoe but the grandma so bama, stama I don't know if you fan or foe We be trippin', we can go Peeping like he's seeking doe Want the doe or want to go I don't know if you fan or foe I don't know if you fan or foe I don't know if you fan or foe Easy, hang and speak and brawl I don't know if he fan or foe Now easy how they speak with broken teeth That they did, young flow he can **** be choken So yo' ass and you be walking off with it broken Run up poor muthafukas in the open Making them shut up, woofing with that cold **** Can't that shenanigans, thinking you makes it the manikins Thinking you silking the lotion Back up wait a minute why you looking at me like that I'm just a ***** with a little bit of fame But if you get the trippin' than I'm giving up my game Never catch me slipping, you can get it out yo brain Maine fan or foe **** a *****, try to get his hands on my doe But if you really want come on Try to get a, you can feed the unpulla Tuck my hands on your throat Man I'm a low, want a background for sack town Better watch out from the blao, blao Black out, black out, black out, black out(Braa rara raraa ttata aaaa) Stay with my kimers, stepping nockle doodle Wicking there game on blood goca doodle Think you gon' catch me slip at a show No factor slick, oh slack, shock a zoolu Watch me do you with all that fake **** You fill with hate trade Hoping wishing you were my replacement Courage so vicious, you gon' have to face it They try to taste it' Cuz I laced it like a tennis shoes and I've been a fool Like Zeepo ***** and X-RaidedBut this is a different interview Living a bee a bad idea, if it never go home again ***** looking at me like imma chicken dinner Looking back at ****** like a shot of HennesseySo I gotta carry the four, I don't really know though' Cuz they walking past me, giving me the eye When they past me they be asking When you new **** coming out At the picture house They be huddled up and I thinkI might pick one out get the ***** bigger than me For the trigger to see, if he tough enough Make it what he trying to be but he ain't bad though Don't know how to approach a vulture Get to close how I'm post up Can't even live in peace And when I eat with my peeps In the place You in my face with your mix-tapes And if i try to listen to it, we get it to it And fo' all that fue it then it's time to do it Uh, 'cuz a ***** from out south out the mouth Your girl be loving me, giving me mouth to mouth(Yeah) But it ain't fair that the music gotta do on What you wanna do, when you ain't there And if too softly, softy when you see me out You better get out off me
作曲 : Jones, Watson, Yates Back up, wait a minute Why you looking at me like that? Do you really wanna trip or you flip in the script? Do you wanna rap with a ***** Or bang us a whoop in a rip? I don't even want us to come to bustin' up shots *****, misery can't produce enough cops and a' Don't know if you whilin' or what? All you wanna do is freestyle in the cut Fan or foe, I don't really know Off at the show ****** they know But I look light, was a good night And I was looking like a mutha fukka Wanna jack all me doe Come up to me, my kids would be chillin' Betta think twice I'm a 5-6 villain All they wanna talk about, I did itWhen I did itMan, I thought I was gonna get a bullet in a minute You should be careful how you walk upon us Got a bonus for all the opponents if they want it I know they wait for Tecca Ninna moments Till the opponent be poppin' up and hes you don't it We don't if they be trippin' or not(No) Probably 'cuz all of them live on the block When you rapping ****** know what you got Toughest ever, when you up on the top Show some respect when you approach me Don't you be mugging me, might have that drug in me Plug in a ***** for nearly shrugging me Ain't nothing wrong with people peeping, geeking Where the man hoe but the grandma so bama, stama I don't know if you fan or foe We be trippin', we can go Peeping like he's seeking doe Want the doe or want to go I don't know if you fan or foe I don't know if you fan or foe I don't know if you fan or foe Easy, hang and speak and brawl I don't know if he fan or foe Now easy how they speak with broken teeth That they did, young flow he can **** be choken So yo' ass and you be walking off with it broken Run up poor muthafukas in the open Making them shut up, woofing with that cold **** Can't that shenanigans, thinking you makes it the manikins Thinking you silking the lotion Back up wait a minute why you looking at me like that I'm just a ***** with a little bit of fame But if you get the trippin' than I'm giving up my game Never catch me slipping, you can get it out yo brain Maine fan or foe **** a *****, try to get his hands on my doe But if you really want come on Try to get a, you can feed the unpulla Tuck my hands on your throat Man I'm a low, want a background for sack town Better watch out from the blao, blao Black out, black out, black out, black out(Braa rara raraa ttata aaaa) Stay with my kimers, stepping nockle doodle Wicking there game on blood goca doodle Think you gon' catch me slip at a show No factor slick, oh slack, shock a zoolu Watch me do you with all that fake **** You fill with hate trade Hoping wishing you were my replacement Courage so vicious, you gon' have to face it They try to taste it' Cuz I laced it like a tennis shoes and I've been a fool Like Zeepo ***** and X-RaidedBut this is a different interview Living a bee a bad idea, if it never go home again ***** looking at me like imma chicken dinner Looking back at ****** like a shot of HennesseySo I gotta carry the four, I don't really know though' Cuz they walking past me, giving me the eye When they past me they be asking When you new **** coming out At the picture house They be huddled up and I thinkI might pick one out get the ***** bigger than me For the trigger to see, if he tough enough Make it what he trying to be but he ain't bad though Don't know how to approach a vulture Get to close how I'm post up Can't even live in peace And when I eat with my peeps In the place You in my face with your mix-tapes And if i try to listen to it, we get it to it And fo' all that fue it then it's time to do it Uh, 'cuz a ***** from out south out the mouth Your girl be loving me, giving me mouth to mouth(Yeah) But it ain't fair that the music gotta do on What you wanna do, when you ain't there And if too softly, softy when you see me out You better get out off me
