Stat Quo, Truth Hurts - The Beast lyrics
[Stat Quo, Truth Hurts - The Beast lyrics]
Yeah! yeah! I'm a motherfuckin-
They let the beast out the motherfuckin' cage
Yeah! Talk to 'em
You've been forewarned, I mean harmed
To any nigga takin' cash out my palm
New York, LA, in the A at The Palms
I'm posted up, I'm the South Coast Don
Put it on my moms, ring the alarm
Cross me, it's war, I'm here with the bomb
Blowin' shit up, treat hoes like lawns
Cut 'em, get gone, that's my life, homes
Been a king, handcrafted my own throne
Take a dollar, make it stretch for so long
Hot like sumo wrestlеrs in the
Summer with coats on you dick ride
Lookin' for nеw cocks to hop on
Mad cause I'm bringin' the Stanley Cup home
That's my real name, champion
The rap game hostage, pay me the ransom
A glimpse of the TEC will turn Gs to dancers
The new cancer
I'm spreadin' out like them viruses do
Comin' to a city near you is the flu
A MC true, I came through
Gave rap another view from
A south perspective
Our swag perfected, wake up, eatin'
"So what's for breakfast?"
Another squad, another crew, another rapper
A track, et cetera
They can't stop me or hold me down
You are now listenin' to the world-renowned
Stat Quo, out the A Town
Listen close, you hear me now?
They let the beast out the motherfuckin' cage
They let the beast out the motherfuckin' cage
They let the beast out, the
Beast out, the beast out, the beast out
The beast out the motherfuckin' cage, yeah
Let's go!
This is vintage, one of a kind
Think of an instance
Of a nigga who was on the offensive
But goin' hard, like his back's on the fences
His game these niggas hatin' from the benches
And it's temptin' they eat they ass up
Like a modern day lynchin'
Big bread is my only intention
If you meet for confrontation
Approach with apprehension
Cause it can lead to the
Suspension of your life
Hundred million dollar man
Everybody got a price
Thanks to Martin Luther
I was born with the right
To be black and stand up and fight
That's king shit
You know the funny thing 'bout life?
It's easy to do wrong, hard to do right
Especially when you got poverty in your sight
Fuck 'em let 'em die
It's either Hell or Christ
As you pursue the routes
Stare straight or be trife
They ain't given, you gotta earn them stripes
I tell a bitch like this
"I ain't buyin' no ice
Me make you my wife? Get a job, yeah right
So you can get half?" i'm settin' up a class
To teach niggas with chips to avoid the wrath
For these no good to take cash
Try another nigga, baby, I know math
They can't stop me or hold me down
You are now listenin' to the world-renowned
Stat Quo, out the A Town
Listen close, you hear me now?
They let the beast out the motherfuckin' cage
They let the beast out the motherfuckin' cage
They let the beast out, the
Beast out, the beast out, the beast out
The beast out the motherfuckin' cage, yeah
Let's go!
They let the beast out the motherfuckin' cage
Yeah! Talk to 'em
You've been forewarned, I mean harmed
To any nigga takin' cash out my palm
New York, LA, in the A at The Palms
I'm posted up, I'm the South Coast Don
Put it on my moms, ring the alarm
Cross me, it's war, I'm here with the bomb
Blowin' shit up, treat hoes like lawns
Cut 'em, get gone, that's my life, homes
Been a king, handcrafted my own throne
Take a dollar, make it stretch for so long
Hot like sumo wrestlеrs in the
Summer with coats on you dick ride
Lookin' for nеw cocks to hop on
Mad cause I'm bringin' the Stanley Cup home
That's my real name, champion
The rap game hostage, pay me the ransom
A glimpse of the TEC will turn Gs to dancers
The new cancer
I'm spreadin' out like them viruses do
Comin' to a city near you is the flu
A MC true, I came through
Gave rap another view from
A south perspective
Our swag perfected, wake up, eatin'
"So what's for breakfast?"
Another squad, another crew, another rapper
A track, et cetera
They can't stop me or hold me down
You are now listenin' to the world-renowned
Stat Quo, out the A Town
Listen close, you hear me now?
They let the beast out the motherfuckin' cage
They let the beast out the motherfuckin' cage
They let the beast out, the
Beast out, the beast out, the beast out
The beast out the motherfuckin' cage, yeah
Let's go!
This is vintage, one of a kind
Think of an instance
Of a nigga who was on the offensive
But goin' hard, like his back's on the fences
His game these niggas hatin' from the benches
And it's temptin' they eat they ass up
Like a modern day lynchin'
Big bread is my only intention
If you meet for confrontation
Approach with apprehension
Cause it can lead to the
Suspension of your life
Hundred million dollar man
Everybody got a price
Thanks to Martin Luther
I was born with the right
To be black and stand up and fight
That's king shit
You know the funny thing 'bout life?
It's easy to do wrong, hard to do right
Especially when you got poverty in your sight
Fuck 'em let 'em die
It's either Hell or Christ
As you pursue the routes
Stare straight or be trife
They ain't given, you gotta earn them stripes
I tell a bitch like this
"I ain't buyin' no ice
Me make you my wife? Get a job, yeah right
So you can get half?" i'm settin' up a class
To teach niggas with chips to avoid the wrath
For these no good to take cash
Try another nigga, baby, I know math
They can't stop me or hold me down
You are now listenin' to the world-renowned
Stat Quo, out the A Town
Listen close, you hear me now?
They let the beast out the motherfuckin' cage
They let the beast out the motherfuckin' cage
They let the beast out, the
Beast out, the beast out, the beast out
The beast out the motherfuckin' cage, yeah
Let's go!