MC Jin - Who Shot Ya Freestyle lyrics
[MC Jin - Who Shot Ya Freestyle lyrics]
They say you only get 15 minutes of fame
Well Jin is the name
And I'ma finish the game
Since I got limited time
I lay it on the line
If there's shit on my mind
I'ma say it in my rhymes
I been puttin' in work you couldn't ignore
Now that I got my foot in the door
I'm puttin' in more
Still livin at home I ain't go plat yet
Come thru sittin' on chrome in
A throw back lex
I could pull up in a hooptie
Y'all easy to impress
When it comes to groupies
They be easy to undress
Word of advice, to y'all up and comin' acts
Don't rap about bustin' gats if you
Never did none of that
They know when you tellin' lies
And just cuz you worked at a bakery
That don't mean you sellin' pies
If you ask me
Half these cats that gotta deal
Couldn't make a hit single if
They punched a dolla bill
It wasn't always buisiness
I started it for leisure
But now I spit bars
Like it's part of the procedure
Don't wanna battle? Man what type
Of shit is this? You so pussy
Your rap name should be Clitoris
Claim you was rockin' the crowd
Don't lie to me i been to one of ya show's
Thought I was at the library
Had to drop a pin
Even heard the cricket's chirp
25 at the door
But that's just what the ticket's worth
When I get on stage
You know the baddest is here
Turn the whole entire club
Into Madison Square might come to your city
And leave a part of me
Got mad love in Philly
When I rock The Armory they applaud for me
And that's the way it oughtta be
Whack ass rappers wanna puncture an artery?
With them soft ass flows
You ain't harmin' me
I turn your 16 into a four part harmony
Bitch
Well Jin is the name
And I'ma finish the game
Since I got limited time
I lay it on the line
If there's shit on my mind
I'ma say it in my rhymes
I been puttin' in work you couldn't ignore
Now that I got my foot in the door
I'm puttin' in more
Still livin at home I ain't go plat yet
Come thru sittin' on chrome in
A throw back lex
I could pull up in a hooptie
Y'all easy to impress
When it comes to groupies
They be easy to undress
Word of advice, to y'all up and comin' acts
Don't rap about bustin' gats if you
Never did none of that
They know when you tellin' lies
And just cuz you worked at a bakery
That don't mean you sellin' pies
If you ask me
Half these cats that gotta deal
Couldn't make a hit single if
They punched a dolla bill
It wasn't always buisiness
I started it for leisure
But now I spit bars
Like it's part of the procedure
Don't wanna battle? Man what type
Of shit is this? You so pussy
Your rap name should be Clitoris
Claim you was rockin' the crowd
Don't lie to me i been to one of ya show's
Thought I was at the library
Had to drop a pin
Even heard the cricket's chirp
25 at the door
But that's just what the ticket's worth
When I get on stage
You know the baddest is here
Turn the whole entire club
Into Madison Square might come to your city
And leave a part of me
Got mad love in Philly
When I rock The Armory they applaud for me
And that's the way it oughtta be
Whack ass rappers wanna puncture an artery?
With them soft ass flows
You ain't harmin' me
I turn your 16 into a four part harmony
Bitch