KRS-One - Still Huggin A Nut (S.H.A.N) lyrics
[KRS-One - Still Huggin A Nut S.H.A.N lyrics]
So you ain't learned a lesson?
You ain't learned a lesson? Aight, let's go!
You got bars for me?
Fuck the cash, my nigga
I'll whip that ass for free
Fuck a million dollar battle
I make your car rattle
You ain't makin' no money on me, slave
You a chattel
Me? I'm a freeman, where your shows at?
I took you out in eighty-six and
The whole world knows that
For thirty years, nigga
You ain't spittin' no rap
Queensbridge hates your ass
You can't go back you flow wack
And let me say this for my Black kids
Technically, I ain't take you out, Shan
The crack did
So gather 'round for the celebrity roast
I killed Shan already
So this must be his ghost
I still got it and gat it
Cause of you, the Bridge was over
'til Nas came back with Illmatic
You don't even rap good, G you not hood
You're the opposite of Nas
Just spell your name backwards
You still ain't get the lesson
You still ain't get it
One hit, two hit, three hit, four hit
Shan, you need to forfeit
You already lost it
Face that shit, taste that shit
Hip-hop didn't need your career
So I erase that shit you done
The only way you gonna win this battle
Is if you bite my name
And call yourself Shan One with the "W
" but you don't even think that fast
I'm the first and the last
You’re the worst from the past
I'm the blast, master, KRS-One
What's up? After thirty years
You just stand up?
After thirty-somethin' years
You just man up?
S-H-A-N is still hugging a nut
What the fuck? You called my wife
Out? Man that's so whack
Blaow, nigga hold that! Blaow
Nigga hold that!
See, I be going like the ocean, you a crab
Now bow your head down like
You was doin' a dab
You ain't learned a lesson? Aight, let's go!
You got bars for me?
Fuck the cash, my nigga
I'll whip that ass for free
Fuck a million dollar battle
I make your car rattle
You ain't makin' no money on me, slave
You a chattel
Me? I'm a freeman, where your shows at?
I took you out in eighty-six and
The whole world knows that
For thirty years, nigga
You ain't spittin' no rap
Queensbridge hates your ass
You can't go back you flow wack
And let me say this for my Black kids
Technically, I ain't take you out, Shan
The crack did
So gather 'round for the celebrity roast
I killed Shan already
So this must be his ghost
I still got it and gat it
Cause of you, the Bridge was over
'til Nas came back with Illmatic
You don't even rap good, G you not hood
You're the opposite of Nas
Just spell your name backwards
You still ain't get the lesson
You still ain't get it
One hit, two hit, three hit, four hit
Shan, you need to forfeit
You already lost it
Face that shit, taste that shit
Hip-hop didn't need your career
So I erase that shit you done
The only way you gonna win this battle
Is if you bite my name
And call yourself Shan One with the "W
" but you don't even think that fast
I'm the first and the last
You’re the worst from the past
I'm the blast, master, KRS-One
What's up? After thirty years
You just stand up?
After thirty-somethin' years
You just man up?
S-H-A-N is still hugging a nut
What the fuck? You called my wife
Out? Man that's so whack
Blaow, nigga hold that! Blaow
Nigga hold that!
See, I be going like the ocean, you a crab
Now bow your head down like
You was doin' a dab