Streetlife, Carlton Fisk - Who Want to Rap lyrics
[Streetlife, Carlton Fisk - Who Want to Rap lyrics]
Yeah (yeah) Ain't where you from (it's where you at)
You got the blunt (I got the mack)
You got the clip (I got the gat)
You got the - you got the clip
(I got the gat)
You got my front (I got your back)
It's like, that
(it's that that, it's like that) , yeah, yeah
Shaolin what? Blood, guts and monster trucks
Come through
Splash mud on your three piece tux
Niggas act bulletproof like they
Can't get touched
Don't make hop out the sunroof
And start hittin' you up
I'm out of control, when the dough's low
Rob the tolls
Never catered a whole bomb with
With cons and pro's
I might, snatch your jewels, pawn your gold
Call, PO's be like, "fuck parole"
Y'all done forgot the code, and became a mole
Watch me, drop and load, fire, in the hole
Yeah, you changed the game
Started sayin' names when your ass get shot
The cops know who to blame
You watch too much movies
Wanna be O-Dog and Cain
Or 2Pac, everybody wanna act insane
Feel my pain, rap niggas is dyin' for fame
Feel my pain, rap niggas is dyin' for fame
You wanna rap? (Who the fuck wanna be an MC?)
Tour the map? (Who the fuck wanna be an MC?)
Lounge in the back?
(Who the fuck wanna be an MC?)
Platinum plaque?
(Who the fuck wanna be an MC?)
Most of y'all rap cats is weak, talk is cheap
Check my rap sheet, it's concrete
Strictly Street
I put in work, overtime, I barely sleep
Hail, rain, and sleet, I walks the beat
Fuck police, no justice, no peace
Fuck the judge
For feeding my thugs to the beast
I know the ledge
That's why I keeps one in the head
Make one false move, feel your body with lead
I'm true to the game, stay true to my name
Off the chain, quick to put two in your brain
I'm from the Hill, where niggas shoot to kill
Test my skill, nigga I, wished you will
Don't front for me, give niggas
Lumps in three
I beat you down, in front ya moms
Wife and seed call your months
I'm about to call your bluff
You ain't, nuts, word up
You straight ass and butt
Shaolin, what, who the fuck wanna be an MC?
Stretch cadillac?
(Who the fuck wanna be an MC?)
Blow ya stack? (Who the fuck wanna be an MC?)
Flip ya hat? (Who the fuck wanna be an MC?)
Pimp like the mac?
You got the blunt (I got the mack)
You got the clip (I got the gat)
You got the - you got the clip
(I got the gat)
You got my front (I got your back)
It's like, that
(it's that that, it's like that) , yeah, yeah
Shaolin what? Blood, guts and monster trucks
Come through
Splash mud on your three piece tux
Niggas act bulletproof like they
Can't get touched
Don't make hop out the sunroof
And start hittin' you up
I'm out of control, when the dough's low
Rob the tolls
Never catered a whole bomb with
With cons and pro's
I might, snatch your jewels, pawn your gold
Call, PO's be like, "fuck parole"
Y'all done forgot the code, and became a mole
Watch me, drop and load, fire, in the hole
Yeah, you changed the game
Started sayin' names when your ass get shot
The cops know who to blame
You watch too much movies
Wanna be O-Dog and Cain
Or 2Pac, everybody wanna act insane
Feel my pain, rap niggas is dyin' for fame
Feel my pain, rap niggas is dyin' for fame
You wanna rap? (Who the fuck wanna be an MC?)
Tour the map? (Who the fuck wanna be an MC?)
Lounge in the back?
(Who the fuck wanna be an MC?)
Platinum plaque?
(Who the fuck wanna be an MC?)
Most of y'all rap cats is weak, talk is cheap
Check my rap sheet, it's concrete
Strictly Street
I put in work, overtime, I barely sleep
Hail, rain, and sleet, I walks the beat
Fuck police, no justice, no peace
Fuck the judge
For feeding my thugs to the beast
I know the ledge
That's why I keeps one in the head
Make one false move, feel your body with lead
I'm true to the game, stay true to my name
Off the chain, quick to put two in your brain
I'm from the Hill, where niggas shoot to kill
Test my skill, nigga I, wished you will
Don't front for me, give niggas
Lumps in three
I beat you down, in front ya moms
Wife and seed call your months
I'm about to call your bluff
You ain't, nuts, word up
You straight ass and butt
Shaolin, what, who the fuck wanna be an MC?
Stretch cadillac?
(Who the fuck wanna be an MC?)
Blow ya stack? (Who the fuck wanna be an MC?)
Flip ya hat? (Who the fuck wanna be an MC?)
Pimp like the mac?