Lyrics
We miss nothing in sight and stays tight, set to get down ain t that s a ampex
We twist and plus my style be topless, and broke up your wrist for tryin to test this
dropped my first single and made my first cash
You drank down some liquor then smoked like ten joints, we bring it and come in the door bells to ring it, emcees that s frontin can get the full dose
It s strictly hip hop ain t got that rap feel, niggas with vigor that pull triggers, we miss nothing in sight and stays tight
We miss nothing in sight and stays tight, so while they come bogus i come with realness, what it s all about
I ran down some rhymes your crew got mistreated, triple the threat plus you placed your last bet, it be rasco from up close
We twist and plus my style be topless, set to get down ain t that s a ampex It's, we fresh off them guts like women with bad cramps
It s finished and now the rhyme s been replenished, and i respect women that write they own raps, we peel caps on cats that set traps
Take another rap, brothers tried to roll the dice, what it s all about
And bring your best to get wit it, of course the ras be baldheaded, of course the ras be baldheaded
But still must inspect your mic check, we bring it and come in the door bells to ring it
Complete it the race on pace without a trace, i ran down some rhymes your crew got mistreated, i pulled down my pants on emcees and shitted
dropped my first single and made my first cash
nuthin in life don t live trife
I stutter step like rats no cool gats, and those with no skills i must disrespect
And tag along freddie s i came to rock steady, brothers tried to roll the dice
So lamp to beats that sounding quite sweet, you wrote all them lies but didn t get the credit
I ran down some rhymes your crew got mistreated, so crank the lever i spit some nice shit
what it s all about
I stutter step like rats no cool gats, i heard your first 12 Rasco, and turned up the bass so fools can get a taste
I do my own thing and don t need hoes to sing it, and broke up your wrist for tryin to test this, i said it and only like legs once they spread it
So fuck the gun chatter i ll knock you thugs out, i ran down some rhymes your crew got mistreated
We twist and plus my style be topless, your plan to go plat just went splat
Precise and nice on mics, dropped my first single and made my first cash
Dropped my first single and made my first cash, your one million plus was fools you couldn t trust
What it s all about, your ass is gettin dug out for rugs out
What it s worth, about to end this verse ain t nuthin worse
I ran down some rhymes your crew got mistreated, i said it and only like legs once they spread it, nuthin in life don t live trife
what it s all about
ain t killed nobody ain t stole no man s wife
I blast off lyrics the real deal, make a show live
some catch your body then big turns to bigger
And turned up the bass so fools can get a taste, and what it s all about you fools can t compete, set to get down ain t that s a ampex
What it s all about, your ass is gettin dug out for rugs out
And tag along freddie s i came to rock steady, some catch your body then big turns to bigger, rethought my game
put cash up in the bank
Exist believin they got this man pissed, discrete never whatever got it together, and bring your best to get wit it
That came to butter your work toast, i do my own thing and don t need hoes to sing it Rasco, so while they come bogus i come with realness
but still must inspect your mic check
We peel caps on cats that set traps, precise and nice on mics Rasco, your ass is gettin dug out for rugs out
We gunnin you down from ten feet, that came to butter your work toast All, what it s all about
So crank the lever i spit some nice shit, it s strictly hip hop ain t got that rap feel, soul brother ras came to diss you fools
what it s all about
What it s all about, rethought my game
precise and nice on mics
it s strictly hip hop ain t got that rap feel