It's Time
The Cella Dwellas
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What, what?!? CDs, kid. You know the steez
Get cheese, make Gโs, and breeze โcause this time
Me and my man got the plan to rake shit
Fuck earning respect, sonโwe got to take it
This rap gameโs
Insane. Last year, niggas didnโt know my name
Crazy. Now they wanna pop champagne when
Back in the day, couldnโt get a glass of Alize. Ass-
-out with no pay, stuck around the way
DiBiase wonโt stop hip hop โtil I win
And write dope stories like Iceberg Slim
For years, been rocking Nikes and rocking mics. Now my BMX
Turn to CBR bike, weekend flights
Come on now. Weโre trying to lock it down like the Wu
Stack Gโs like the fool. Federation is the crew
My spot is sewn. Youโll get dropped in my zone, which is
718. Iโm in and out of every state, got
More Holmes than Larry, stay Dirty like Harry
Shoot and run like Rick Barry. Emcees?
They talk about a battle, but they ainโt yet ready for war
My squadโs raw, throwing rappers in a figure-four
I figure yโall rap style is inferior
CDs is superior, we ainโt hearing ya
U.G. stay
Flashing like a copโs badge, attract shorties like Coach bags
Iโm dashing, my bloodโs cold like the Aspens
Smash men, the baddest. My friends, I hold the world up like
Atlas, miraculous raps tackle cliques like
Cops on FOX. Cheap-shots to your chops like a
LAPD nightstick, I stick like icepicks and rip the
Mic quick. My right hand, left hand drink-spilling
Rap villain illing, got to make a killingโitโs time
Twist rhymes, hit dimes with sun and rubbers
Got mad girls from New York Undercover like Malik
Yoba, blow your Range like a Rover
Never sober, stay twisted like the lips on Rocky Balboa
I told ya: this time, sir, weโre coming thorough
So grab your weapon, bust off, and represent your borough
What, what?!? CDs, kid. You know the steez
Get cheese, make Gโs, and breeze โcause this time
Me and my man got the plan to rake shit
Fuck earning respect, sonโwe got to take it
A lot of
Niggas on the sidelines ride mines without
Knowing the regulations and the guidelines of hip hop
Long-range, third album banging when it drop
Whether itโs on Loud or not. You go
Ahead and wreck niggas and sweat triggers. Iโm trying to
Get figures and buy cribs and Vigors. Gold-
-digger sluts get one nut bust in their face
Or butt, trying to strut for what? I want
More than free clothes for videos, Iโm tired of these
Promo showโthatโs no dough. Fuck a ho all week
Theyโre bums, but, in the club, they act shady
Get your life in shape โcause Iโm living well, lady
I got all the props that a nigga could want and I
Flex all the styles that a nigga could flaunt. For flows?
Iโm still flipping โem. Emcees? Still ripping โem
One of the best, on a quest like Chip and โem
Check this rap
Pro. My stats show that Iโm ferocious
My brainโs haunted like ghost ships, I hold joints like roach clips
My flow hits like heavyweights, so place your wager
Iโm major, my shitโs hot like Asia. Rap mayor
I smash and serve your ass like Arthur Ashe. You pop
Trash, Iโm up in your face like airbags to break your jaw
(*Click*) Get yours wrapped in gauze, son
I sting like BB guns, done done dum-dums, hit
Dumb ones. No time for โFakin Jaxโ like Pete Rock
Built like sheetrock with Tommy sweaters in more colors than
Peacock tails, Iโm Fabulous like Moolah
My nigga tried to rob a gas station like Abdullah from
Car Wash. I squash emcees like Sasquatch
In battles, my fans hold me down like shackles
You get tackled by a Rotten Apple resident. I got bent
The first time off of โEric B.โs the Presidentโ
What, what?!? CDs, kid. You know the steez
Get cheese, make Gโs, and breeze โcause this time
Me and my man got the plan to rake shit
Fuck earning respect, sonโwe got to take it