作词 : Givens, Henderson, Potsic ... Speak my mind just to reach your mind Tap a tempo off the instrumental just to get the drum line You know it's my time reel up and rewind Get off that cheap wine swinging on my grapevine You heard a brother worthy and create rhymes I take it further than a murder or I hate crime Don't hate on me what have you done for me lately Beside to bait me assume and mistakely Too abstract than a backpack To super underground with the beats and rats' Cause I refuse to bust gats and water down my raps To get me caught up in a trap and set me years back, ******* that Yeah, right from the start remember that feeling The way the hip-hop used to make you feel So real like getting first signed Then the first time you heard Planet Rock Word is over, the God, Staten Island, for real, for real I heard brother say J5, men them *******s ain't *******t Them *******s never slapped no *******, never inserted a clip They never claimed thug or a pimp Them *******s never made the attempt Hey yo, they ain't all that My six members men and four of them black What kind of racist statement is that They need to change their views Start talking about the clubbing they do That's the reason we ain't ******* with you Today's artist is tough, talking loud, this isn't enough, yeah Let's talk about the guns you bust, *******, the crack you cut Or all the cars that you bought wholesale Or the *******s rattling your cold tail I've been keeping it real, let's talk about the ash you feel Now thats the way to get mass appeal Ya'll ain't heard that, “ Wow”, the brothers ain't feeling your style You get stoned play over the radio right now Where we at? Where we at? Where we at? Don't deny me, diss or ostracize me' Cause it's likely I'm all up in your sight gee It's unreal how you deal and threat us Your bunch of believers I can tell just by the way you retreat, cat' Cause this is a discreet fact They heat rap beat gaps but stay of the knee rack So you could put your seat back, pick up your feet and bring facts Rhymes and beats that we create can defeat that weak crap' Cause your either bling-bligin' or your next tails rignin'(Dring) Either way it goes, fat baby ain't signing The game ain't over until we all get *******ned I mean you do your thing and I do mine
作词 : Givens, Henderson, Potsic ... Speak my mind just to reach your mind Tap a tempo off the instrumental just to get the drum line You know it's my time reel up and rewind Get off that cheap wine swinging on my grapevine You heard a brother worthy and create rhymes I take it further than a murder or I hate crime Don't hate on me what have you done for me lately Beside to bait me assume and mistakely Too abstract than a backpack To super underground with the beats and rats' Cause I refuse to bust gats and water down my raps To get me caught up in a trap and set me years back, ******* that Yeah, right from the start remember that feeling The way the hip-hop used to make you feel So real like getting first signed Then the first time you heard Planet Rock Word is over, the God, Staten Island, for real, for real I heard brother say J5, men them *******s ain't *******t Them *******s never slapped no *******, never inserted a clip They never claimed thug or a pimp Them *******s never made the attempt Hey yo, they ain't all that My six members men and four of them black What kind of racist statement is that They need to change their views Start talking about the clubbing they do That's the reason we ain't ******* with you Today's artist is tough, talking loud, this isn't enough, yeah Let's talk about the guns you bust, *******, the crack you cut Or all the cars that you bought wholesale Or the *******s rattling your cold tail I've been keeping it real, let's talk about the ash you feel Now thats the way to get mass appeal Ya'll ain't heard that, “ Wow”, the brothers ain't feeling your style You get stoned play over the radio right now Where we at? Where we at? Where we at? Don't deny me, diss or ostracize me' Cause it's likely I'm all up in your sight gee It's unreal how you deal and threat us Your bunch of believers I can tell just by the way you retreat, cat' Cause this is a discreet fact They heat rap beat gaps but stay of the knee rack So you could put your seat back, pick up your feet and bring facts Rhymes and beats that we create can defeat that weak crap' Cause your either bling-bligin' or your next tails rignin'(Dring) Either way it goes, fat baby ain't signing The game ain't over until we all get *******ned I mean you do your thing and I do mine
