If U Want To
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The mind's all a flutter, no pigs on the gig
No swine for the supper, no wine in the cupboard
Everything of mine must show signs of the suffer
To keep you abreast of the utter, struggle
But keep it all fresh like tupper
One of the tougher ginger bread men of the cutter
Skin ain't Huffin, but I ain't Jim, motherfucker
I'm more like Glover, from the uppercut of the gutter
Never kowtow, I won't bow down to the bull like Calcutta
That ain't what I'm rappin' for, rather be a matador
So ta-ta, rather raw
I know that sound fuckin up like a rapper tour
But it's no Ruth Chris if I lose, so I choose
To keep it CM Red like Crips and Pirus
I need a guy who can rise to high dues
Grew to cool and high, who hides the knives
To, till it's time to rise up, ride for our view
Side of all the lies worn up by the yahoos
Fuck the IQ, still my skies are blue
I must admit it, I ain't ashamed, I'm the best, oh!
They didn't get it, that's why I just left the rest, oh!
This jealousy is what I got restin' on my neck, oh!
Cause it took me from down underground to soarin' like a G4
Smug if you want to, bug if you want to, chill if you want to
Strug if you want to, build if you want to, joke if you want to
Disrespect me, that's what you won't do
Been around the world, the things that I've seen
These things get turned into things that I sing
Things string together with similes in between
Been mean since a teen, since little green marines
I'm mean, mean, gene, mean, green, lean, dream, bean, dean
King, bling, bling, three rings, ringlings, home, own, phone, things
Yeah, to move towards it I had to root for it
Like the home team, now I be on lean
Singin' that Queen, "Somebody to Love," rap city bohem'
We all champ-eens, you don't wanna bite the dust
Better stay on your scene, I drop the lyric with Bon Bokeem
You can document it, Columbine bowling
I got the spirit, I require no wings
A fly MC, rivet to my pad just to buy Pro Wings
To wear em on the covers of your magazines
Feelin' real, yet you got my size 14, tryna trouble Kool Dean
I must admit it, I ain't ashamed, I'm the best, oh!
They didn't get it, that's why I just left the rest, oh!
This jealousy is what I got restin' on my neck, oh!
Cause it took me from down underground to soarin' like a G4
Smug if you want to, bug if you want to, chill if you want to
Strug if you want to, build if you want to, joke if you want to
Disrespect me, that's what you won't do
I'm performin' mama, now ain't nobody knowin' me mama
All these niggas on me mama, why the hell you ain't warn me mama?
I'm performin' mama, now ain't nobody knowin' me mama
All these niggas on me mama, why the hell you ain't warn me mama?
Success was my friend
Who knew that when I grew up I'd be just like him
Expect my roar if you reject my whim
Erect my law and respect my pimp
I bring the pain, Method Man
I bring the pain, S and M
Shout to Fam-Lay, one of my bestest friends
Shyne Killer send all your death threats in
I'll just reply with excess wins
Please God, correct my sins and protect my kin
As I jet set, head rest up and my leg rest in, let's go!
I must admit it, I ain't ashamed, I'm the best, oh!
They didn't get it, that's why I just left the rest, oh!
This jealousy is what I got restin' on my neck, oh!
Cause it took me from down underground to soarin' like a G4
Smug if you want to, bug if you want to, chill if you want to
Strug if you want to, build if you want to, joke if you want to
Disrespect me, that's what you won't do