Over Your Head
Black Thought, Planet Asia
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Come on, yeah anybody in the party that’s Afraid of the dark Shellshocked, waiting on Asia to start Break down, break bread Let it go to your head If you feel you’re over the ledge Then don’t be scared It’s just a small thing baby girl Don’t be scared Come on man, you a soldier right Don’t be scared You’re now in it over your head But don’t be scared Trying to say my man gettin When you know he ain’t dead I’m getting mine, but I’m fittin’ to get more Smooth pimp brother Who the bitches check for off top everyday I’m still spitting that dope Hit you like weed with Coke and cigarette smoke Bring your clown ass round here And tell your best joke That’ll be the best way for you To get your neck broke Bottom, top shop niggas is Puffin' the best Stoges Planet Asia from the motherfuckin’ west coast On blast from the ‘Five-Five-Nine’, on task I put it down, put the town on smash Who want clash? My hustlers in the field for the cash Ladies of leisure hopping out of cabs Dope popping out of bags Folk dropping out of class my shine Got the haters still talking out They ass at times Be on the grind in the parks And in the ave for mines At the bottom, in a bucket full of crabs Y’all in-the-way niggas still fuckin’ Up the path, for real And got my little man’s future looking bad It’s ill Y’all Smack DVDs niggas ain’t real at all ‘Cause real killers keep Their hammers concealed it’s like win Lose or draw when reality spills Battle me chill I’ll leave you with your cavities filled And you can never understand How His Majesty feels ‘Cause it’s way beyond albums and deals It’s big business, long hours, for real Strong power from the tower of skill Knockin’ you cowards right up Out of your shells now follow the drill I markets like Emoryville Y’all Fuckin’ with ‘Asia’ - you Must be swallowing pills I used to be broke, but now I’m getting dough The Asiatic poured with the fortified flow On sight, I’m nothing polite But y’all already know Hit you like ‘Thirty-eights Four-fives and fo-fos’ Bring your clown ass round here And bring your best folk That’ll be the easiest way To get your ass smoked By the block, hitters from Philly to the ‘No Black Thought He from the motherfuckin’ East coast Where cops don’t really go in Ain’t shootin’ no videos my block The main strength in the city of the ‘No Where the killers aim clips and Kick it with silly hoes Quick to set yo' ass up for A little bit of dough It’s the well-protected, smooth Caramel-complected The fragrance of a pharaoh's essence Executive directed a bold message from the Old Testament selected Another classic out of Gold Chain Records It ain’t nothin’ like Gold Chain Music It ain’t nothin’ like Gold Chain Music It ain’t nothin’ like Gold Chain Music It ain’t nothin’ like Gold Chain Music
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Written by: ALAN MAMAN, Jason Green, Michael Perretta
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