More Than Music
Yeah, okay (we gonna do it like this) I'm back again Santana (oh) F*ck with your boy Dipset, Dipset, yeah Heatmakers Yo I try to be easy I try to be calm breathe easy, it don't seem easy (no) I'm on my Ps and Qs (what else?) Ys and Zs, .45 on the side of me Plus, four guys on the side of me (for what) With .45 on the side of them (yeah) We can play now, this is a war not a playground We came here to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed down Wills for us anyday now, cops with their wall to wall raids down I'm ducking and weaving Running and leaving Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing Or the plugger they stuck to Lumina So I'm stuck with this nina, I'm stuck with this finger Itchy as f*ck, you're fucked if I leave ya chump Went to school, but ain't stay in class, hated class Only first period, yep, I could relate to math Played games, but the games is bad You know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what I was aiming at (come on) Hop scotching on niggas faces kept my ankles bad That ain't stop me from working I got me a worker Gotta him to work, and yeah, chopping the work up Kept him on a clock, clocking my work up, niggas know me Taught him how to cook, livin' his work up Told him it's not the pot, it's the worker, gotta mix shorty Gotta do it like this shorty Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it's all in the wrist shorty F*ck with me (shorty) (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) This is a movement, this is a union This is more than what you people call music I'm part of this Dipset confusion Tecs up we movin', catch up, y'all losing Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope This is powerful music that I bring to the table The sequel of Abel, f*ck with your boy You motherfuckers really don't know (no) You motherfuckers really wont know I'm real fucker, I really won't fold (come one) I kill fuckers and wheelie off roads Bangie rapper, like I'm really off road The pain I feel, I really won't show man The game is real, I really don't know Cam If I'ma make it or not, but my plan to take it straight to the top Bring my fame to the block, with me Harlem's my home, so I'm making it hot with me 'Til the day I'm layed on the block, with shots in me Stay weeded, stay chiefin a blunt Stay losing some more pounds, I ain't eating enough, nope Stop fronting homes, you wont do nothing homes Killa locked this, I'm what's up and coming home You better believe, one thing I was always taught in my household you better achieve No matter what you do, you better succeed That was embedded in me, yeah, the rest was left up to me So I, played my position, I stayed in the kitchen Base tripping off the bottom of the plate when I'm mixing Cake whipping on the bottom of the plate when I left it Eight digits when I take it, break it and flip it This is the Matrix, I take it we live in Shit, I'm seeing the sun, I'm Neo the one, believe me (come on) Hand picked like cotton, I've been sent here not to be forgotten My hands grip the dots in, I get ya poppin' Shoot shit, shit is poppin' Move bricks get it rocking, y'all know me Ya young homie from the block, y'all forgot me already? Holla back, the young Rocky is ready whoa! Yeah Come on (okay) Uh huh, uh huh, yeah This is a movement, this is a union This is more than what you people call music I'm part of this Dipset confusion Tecs up we movin', catch up, y'all losing Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope This is powerful music that I bring to the table The sequel of Abel, f*ck with your boy
Written by: LARON L. JAMES, ROBERT DUKES, EDDIE LEVERT
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