M.E.D., Baby Sagg - What U in It 4 lyrics
[M.E.D., Baby Sagg - What U in It 4 lyrics]
Yeah, the almighty, yeah
Turn that shit up, come on turn it up
DJs, burn that shit up, the long one to flesh
MED, moves turn to dollars, back at it
Check it out, bring it
I snatch the game by the
Throat where the money grip
Spirit of a pimp, slap the
Trick, where the cash at
Fuck it and don’t kiss
I talk without assist with a
Gift to lift the audience
Spit till the quadrant is empty
Out to prove dominant
All of it is supposed to go down in sound
You’re rocking with best in
Town from the ground
Enough you rush from out of bounds
Cali rock veteran
Living legend, future, past, and
Present in the essence
We smoke till the resin
The lesson for the day I, Medaphoar
Came number one
When you was doing your thing
My job was already done
When it comes to the drums
I instrument words and finish
Getting funds when
I get served after killing you
Loose lip talking too much off
That ass you’re talking through
Residue pays due, long overdue
Here’s what you should’ve knew
Homie, we another from you
Smother confidence now when you loose
Tell ’em what you’re in it for
Beats and the rhymes, the
Streets and the grim, i hustle for mine
Nigga, what you in it for
The love of the grands, groupies and fans
All my homies to pass
Speak on what you’re in it for
These haters should die as bad as
I can finish through cowards
We get live y’all, turn it up
Get high, burn it up act live, serve ‘em up
All hands, get ‘em up
You get in with the wrong nigga
Blunt split, hard it, cognac sipper
Strip tipper
Hot rocks spitta, invincibility figure
Short temper
Block menaces since they hit up we trip ‘em
Cash and the liquor up
Slumped up in the back of the pickup
It’s us, vernacular half tarantulas
Snatching attention from your women
Why you mad at us, don’t trip we pack heart
While you keep talking your mouth
Off, spark a blunt, assault of a thought
You should’ve started where you walking
It’s dark
Verbal murder, words written in white chalk
Only time I fuck with marks is overseas
Have you thought i got your knees
Shattered like sledgehammers
Then sent you for a walk
Don’t matter when grammar
While I square like a clean of batter
Flow pattern keep talented styles balanced
When you speak it’s fake
I know you from being sweet as a peach
It’s all grown natural
Tighter than slave shackles who taste gravel
Better make some
Or we'll get that ass handled
Tell ’em what you’re in it for
Beats and the rhymes, the
Streets and the grim, i hustle for mine
Nigga, what you in it for
The love of the grands, groupies and fans
All my homies to pass
Speak on what you’re in it for
These haters should die as bad as
I can finish through cowards
We get live y’all, turn it up
Get high, burn it up act live, serve ‘em up
All hands, get ‘em up
Turn that shit up, come on turn it up
DJs, burn that shit up, the long one to flesh
MED, moves turn to dollars, back at it
Check it out, bring it
I snatch the game by the
Throat where the money grip
Spirit of a pimp, slap the
Trick, where the cash at
Fuck it and don’t kiss
I talk without assist with a
Gift to lift the audience
Spit till the quadrant is empty
Out to prove dominant
All of it is supposed to go down in sound
You’re rocking with best in
Town from the ground
Enough you rush from out of bounds
Cali rock veteran
Living legend, future, past, and
Present in the essence
We smoke till the resin
The lesson for the day I, Medaphoar
Came number one
When you was doing your thing
My job was already done
When it comes to the drums
I instrument words and finish
Getting funds when
I get served after killing you
Loose lip talking too much off
That ass you’re talking through
Residue pays due, long overdue
Here’s what you should’ve knew
Homie, we another from you
Smother confidence now when you loose
Tell ’em what you’re in it for
Beats and the rhymes, the
Streets and the grim, i hustle for mine
Nigga, what you in it for
The love of the grands, groupies and fans
All my homies to pass
Speak on what you’re in it for
These haters should die as bad as
I can finish through cowards
We get live y’all, turn it up
Get high, burn it up act live, serve ‘em up
All hands, get ‘em up
You get in with the wrong nigga
Blunt split, hard it, cognac sipper
Strip tipper
Hot rocks spitta, invincibility figure
Short temper
Block menaces since they hit up we trip ‘em
Cash and the liquor up
Slumped up in the back of the pickup
It’s us, vernacular half tarantulas
Snatching attention from your women
Why you mad at us, don’t trip we pack heart
While you keep talking your mouth
Off, spark a blunt, assault of a thought
You should’ve started where you walking
It’s dark
Verbal murder, words written in white chalk
Only time I fuck with marks is overseas
Have you thought i got your knees
Shattered like sledgehammers
Then sent you for a walk
Don’t matter when grammar
While I square like a clean of batter
Flow pattern keep talented styles balanced
When you speak it’s fake
I know you from being sweet as a peach
It’s all grown natural
Tighter than slave shackles who taste gravel
Better make some
Or we'll get that ass handled
Tell ’em what you’re in it for
Beats and the rhymes, the
Streets and the grim, i hustle for mine
Nigga, what you in it for
The love of the grands, groupies and fans
All my homies to pass
Speak on what you’re in it for
These haters should die as bad as
I can finish through cowards
We get live y’all, turn it up
Get high, burn it up act live, serve ‘em up
All hands, get ‘em up