Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason
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[Pos]
Yo.. we bout to get it (get
it) get it (get it)
get it (get it) get on down
(down) down (down)
Yo! We bout to get it (get
it) get it (get it)
get it (get it) get on down
(down) down (down)
Yo!
Chorus: Pos
We run it, HOT! When we over the drums
To the, TOP! Cause the bottom we're from
We got the, DROP! On your weekend crew
cause you're full-time talkin
while we peepin your view
[Pos]
Rahubat(?), you know my name
I run my humbleness with fame
God-body, nuttin plain
while you claimin shepherd
that you heard this
you, heard this on day first
Watch my man, he'll make it worse
Ain't no new click, we still Native
[Dove]
Clothes knit, stitched tight, related
that's the way we handle it
Pin us up or mantle it
We on fire you candle lit
Daydreamin, on a rack
Get bought worn and brought back
We sport rhyme thought real tight
[Pos]
to gain sizes much bigger
Live life well, get mail filled with
checks from sales we deliver
[Dove]
Spend a little, make a little
I want it big like white boy wallets
Credit delievered, Fed-Excellent
To my dot com, we on the
web like Charlotte's
Hornet, back her up, she too much on it
Your plastic ass'll get swiped
past the limit see you the type
to get yo' cosmetics smeared
on pillows all night
Chorus
[Pos]
while we peepin your view
while we, peepin your view
We got they eyes on lock
Let them flock to your wit
while I spit after you
[Dove]
Look ma, I'm still rhymin
Baby boy still providin
Breakin bread in four states
Makin these struggles get gone
Private eyes, I see y'all spyin
You watch while I clock
Fertilize my brain data
Makin accounts grow green
like the front lawns
[Pos]
Yo I may be old school
but I'm not no old fool
Heard out your mouth words flee
bout "These niggaz ain't nice"
You just barbershop talkin
while we round the world walkin
B, you ain't D.M.C.
You slip and fall on my ice
No lyin, straight shinin
I give you supper from my upper diamond
You got limbs so climb in
[Dove]
Yo, soak up what you find-in
We too pure for you to try
You sniffin maybe's and if's
[Pos]
And if "if" was a spliff
Man we'd all be
hiiiiiiiiigh-iiiiiigh..
iiiggghhhhh..
[Dove]
.. but it's not, so sober up
You flashin out like you paparaz'
You'll need to take a liver shot
to feel the heat on how we runnin it, YO
Chorus 1.75X (minus last line, 2nd time)
[Pos]
cause you're full time
talkin while we, while we
while we lettin you know I'm in a
certified rhyme meadow for days
If you ask Mercenary bout
this shit, it pays
Hitting Willie Mays style out the park
Mastering in this +Art+ that's +Official+
Your ears absorb this like
tears, on a tissue
cause my thoughts are dollar bill crisp
Distinct like E-Double's lisp
L.I. alumni, wonder why I got it
Got it? Get a piece
Got product that you all
should own and not lease
Some say drummers play synonymous with ill
with wordplay, that keep us
all paid like a bill
We're the parent company
You the sub in my D-I-vision
You don't know how.. *words fade out*
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