Joell Ortiz - Q & A lyrics

Let me tell you what i'mma do today
Today is just me and you, you & I for Q & A
I know the questions that you gonna ask
But i'mma do is say
What's on my mind I'm just telling you why

This ain't, snapback meets new era
This new era gets smacked till they necks
Snapback and that goes for whoever
I ain't done workin i'm just one person
That promises to keep this shit
Pure like a young virgin your dumb virgin
(version) of Hip Hop got us uncertain
Your daughter dress like a nigga
Nigga your sons twerkin
I'm still a two steppa
Steppin with two heffers
Still step to your crew extra
Quick that's what I do
Let's tell em why I'm a thoroughbread
Born and raised in that Brook, you shook
Look what my borough bread

All this time away from
Working solo snapping photos
With my bro bros in the
Slaughters been an honor
But, I’m back to dolo
Feet is Nike the hat is Polo
I’m no fashion logo no gay bashing
But if you tough don’t be acting homo
Let me tell you why I hit the tread
Wasn’t to lose weight and get this bread
Naah homie you’ve been misled
Last year I shot a fair
One with my nigga Fred
And damn near drop dead
I should’ve won but I got whipped instead
I ain't liked that so I stopped
That liquor to the head dropped the Newports
Copped new shorts and watched my figure shred
You coughing chicken heads, speaking of cuffs
I made the slut merry my nigga in prison
To give him visit head
Man let me tell you why I’m real rap
Why I don’t need a rope chain
Or dress like Soul Train to
Bring that feel back

This is for those who ain't
Know that Ortiz spit clean
Its every lil girl's birthday
Here’s a sweet sixteen
Went from a 40 waist to 36 jeans
But that forty still on my waist
With mean sixteen but, I ain't here to talk
How I protect myself
Or how I lived in the gym
Last year to perfect my health
Nah, we can rap off
I off you rap niggas with a rap off-the-top
I ain't wrapped too tight, back off
Off the back door to the
Bleachers hit the teacher off
The black board and in Ya’ll
In-crowd but mad off
Ya’ll and tight slacks with hard bottoms
Hit the bottom hard after you
Moon walk like Mic Jack
Huh, BRB I don’t mean be right back
I mean B you’re R&B singing, I write raps
But Ortiz you went all complex
And said this shit yeah you right
Aight cool let me extend a clip
Penmanship my pen is sick
You in the Pen then hit the bench and lift
Chest against the bar, do an extra six
Every year some new nigga they
Put the best against
Put their neck on the line but I
Twist it up like the exorcist
If I’m your comp I understand
Why you a pessimist
Point blank with infrared scope bet
These pests will piss
Their pants they can't shoot at Godzilla
Man them pellets itch
The fire that be leaving my mouth
Will melt your whole relevance
Lil niggas, lil boys is cute
My bars hard they hurt like Ray
Mercer you don’t want it Duke
So save the subs for Quiznos
Keep the talking mute
Cause, I punch you in yo big
Nose and watch yo faucet shoot
Ya’ll chasing pop hit's, fuck a pop hit
One of my joints pop
Shiit another cheque deposit