T-Love, Chali 2NA - Wanna-Beez lyrics

Tired of all these WANNA-BEEZ get away

Plates, nobody knows the name
Nobody knows the pain
The fame's last on list
Can't get paid with mic in the syst'
Gotta roll with a goal that swells the pole
These stories are told, when I was like
Ten y-years old
Won't be mad if it don't go gold
I could gives a fuck
Still cut my zit, and gives it all to soul
I rocks the mic, like, dyke, hypes, like
Pipes who got the style, type
Like, this, tight, type, tyke?
I'm stronger than straight with no chase
Emcees I step to's like a staircase
Kick em to the bottom like BASS
Let that ink sink into your vellum
Open up your eyes then I swell em

Ooh, ah ooh ooh ah - ooh, ah ah
Wanna-Beez emcees, think they make cheese
"Would you like to be a
Part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"
Ooh, ah ooh ooh ah - ooh, ah ah
Wanna-Beez I sees, pretend they make G's
"Would you like to be a
Part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"

Yo some of you brothers be livin lavishly
But, it's a travesty
You're sellin millions of records
But, you a crab emcee
Fakin hard as a rock, you
Just a wimp man please
Your crew is a circus act of chim pan-zees
Heh, there's a disease in your lecture
Lackin extra texture
What you flex neglects to wreck
Got ta execute you pile and boot the file
When I shoot the style I'm givin root canals
Now which of you punks be amongst me
To let the funk free
I keep my composition junk free
Consistently, like your monthly
Plus I'm scent free
Wack emcees can not hunt me - down
Kickin freeze in the soundbooth
Wanna-Beez, be on they knees to get down
Truth be told, the proof we hold
Woke the old
When they made me into an emcee
They broke the mold like that

Ooh, ah ooh ooh ah - ooh, ah ah
Wanna-Beez emcees, think they make cheese
"Would you like to be a
Part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"
Ooh, ah ooh ooh ah - ooh, ah ah
Wanna-Beez I sees, pretend they make G's
"Would you like to be a
Part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"

No time's narrowin
I don't be flippin with the heroin
Like Errol Flynn
See I can fly, high up in the sky
Have track marks, all up on my thigh
But why?
Cause Baton Rouge blues, don't compare
To Malibu, you, can have anything you choose
Yet you all up in this B-Girl's news
Tryin to wear shoes
All up in my mix, waitin for the opportunity
To transfix, to culturist
You wanna-be down with the, crews and clicks
But, you can't kick it
Why? He's a punk bitch
Jockin Wu Tang, don't know new slang
Mad cause you can't hit black pu tang
All B-Boys and Girls will soon see
That you are, a, wanna, be

Ooh, ah ooh ooh ah - ooh, ah ah
Wanna-Beez emcees, think they make cheese
"Would you like to be a
Part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"
Ooh, ah ooh ooh ah - ooh, ah ah
Wanna-Beez I sees, pretend they make G's
"Would you like to be a
Part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"

Wanna-Beez emcees, they aim to please
2na Fish and T-Love, like that, hah