Big L, Lyrical Prophet - Show And Prove lyrics
[Big L, Lyrical Prophet - Show And Prove lyrics]
And if you think I can't fuck with whoever
Put your money up put your jewels up
No fuck it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up nigga
Or shut your mouth up
Before I buck lead and make
A lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke
Got enough bread and mad hoes
Ask Beavis I get nothing Butthead
Man I'm feeling so musical
This feeling ain't unusual
Bars in my head i'll shoot em out
I ain't refusin' bro
And maybe I should hang you
From a fucking rope
Cause that loud in your system but
You still ain't soundin' dope
You say you got that fire
But, you ain't matchin up
You got that whack flow
Boy you got me cracking up
This just a freeverse but make sure
That you slap it up
And you know where I stay
You ain't gotta map it up who's better
Man? that ain't no fuckin question
I'll let it be known
In this mothafuckin session
Never been number 2 so don't try to test me
A's on my projects
So i'll teach you a lesson
Your tracks ain't even close to impressive
Your career i'll wreck it, less then a second
Giving y'all warnings but you
Just won't listen
Got me all feeling like a Jehova witness
Nah I ain't dissin' don't get it twisted
Just being a little rude while
I come hard with it
Saying that i try too hard to
Be raw in this business
How can y'all say that when
I always been this
Maaan, maybe I should end it with a punchline
Enough of that just thanks for
A minute of your time
Hopefully there's something that
You recognized
And that's that Hopsin ain't the only
One with an ill mind
Put your money up put your jewels up
No fuck it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up nigga
Or shut your mouth up
Before I buck lead and make
A lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke
Got enough bread and mad hoes
Ask Beavis I get nothing Butthead
Man I'm feeling so musical
This feeling ain't unusual
Bars in my head i'll shoot em out
I ain't refusin' bro
And maybe I should hang you
From a fucking rope
Cause that loud in your system but
You still ain't soundin' dope
You say you got that fire
But, you ain't matchin up
You got that whack flow
Boy you got me cracking up
This just a freeverse but make sure
That you slap it up
And you know where I stay
You ain't gotta map it up who's better
Man? that ain't no fuckin question
I'll let it be known
In this mothafuckin session
Never been number 2 so don't try to test me
A's on my projects
So i'll teach you a lesson
Your tracks ain't even close to impressive
Your career i'll wreck it, less then a second
Giving y'all warnings but you
Just won't listen
Got me all feeling like a Jehova witness
Nah I ain't dissin' don't get it twisted
Just being a little rude while
I come hard with it
Saying that i try too hard to
Be raw in this business
How can y'all say that when
I always been this
Maaan, maybe I should end it with a punchline
Enough of that just thanks for
A minute of your time
Hopefully there's something that
You recognized
And that's that Hopsin ain't the only
One with an ill mind