Lyrics
Speak on it
yo it's been 2 years, still spittin' a flow/
and doin' my own thang and I give it a go/
Fo sho, wanna get signed?, do dem shows/
Wanan make green, get mean, do dem hoes?/
Ya know, what they teach you on dem tv's/
wanna sell a cd? yea it's ez/
please g, what you wanna do please me?
s'all bullshit, i'm my own man/
On my own, man, spittin' for maself cuz you know I'm a grown man/
Oh man, gotta call a record company, if they wanna run with me, get a deal on da phone, man/
Lotta rappers wanna make it big, wanna make it stick/
Meet chicks, get rich/
Ain't a mothafucka there got my rhymes/
What you wanna be 50. cent, shot nine times/
Helllll naw, where you wanna be, Hell son?/
Well you betta be welcome/ Fa real son,/
gotta figure out who really be da real one/
Y'all fight me, cuz I'm chinese/
You don't like me, cuz you don't flow like me/
Ah get down like everybody else foo/
Front me, betta get yo crew ta help you/
Y'all mothafuckas don't know shit/ (yup)
Y'all mothafuckas want yo bitch/ (yup)
Y'all mothafuckas wanna grow rich/
Oh shit, but you don't know how ta do ya own bit/
(Tia)
to all the
ladies n fellaz that be doin their thang
i hope you
keepin it real n shit by doin ya thang
you can't be
bitin a style that ain't yours
flowin the shit you ain't wrote
thinkin you big cuz yo clothes
n sayin shit like pimpin hoez
i see some
ladies n fellaz that be thinkin they big
but they ain't got shit
ain't do shit
they juss be frontin how they livin it
so y'all be thinkin that you know how to do shit
got me thinkin like damn whatta fake bitch
sayin how you got dough from your best hit
so show me how you got it
i'ma laonese gurl from ca
grew up wit a mic till 1-8
why you gotta hate i'm lady
comin up with label juss wait
get on the mic n flow
you say is easy
but you ain't really know
you frontin
so check the door
i ain't got time for no fake show
mc ryuu n Tia
sayin see ya, don't wanna be ya
doin all of our shit n they sound tight
hataz up in ya face trip on the mic
don't be sayin you somethin but you're not
don't be comin round frontin like ya hot
i'll believe it, when i see it
got nothin ta show
so i leave it
Y'all mothafuckas don't know shit/ (yup)
Y'all mothafuckas want yo bitch/ (yup)
Y'all mothafuckas wanna grow rich/
Oh shit, but you don't know how ta do ya own bit/
Aint' touchin' us, wanna bust on us?/
so ask yoself bitch, can you fuck with us?/
Make you turn ta dust, with da first touch/
thinkin' you can spit better, then put ya words up/
tired of you bitches, say I can't rhyme/
got da same pant size but ah got slant eyes/
Fuck that, spittin' on da rap/
Dat Ryuu and Baby T gettin' on da track/
It's awn you cats, don't you betta try ta test mine/
Back ma words up when I pull da tech nine/
How many rappers down ta bust/
Come around with us, and smoke an ounce or wha/
or a pound or plus, kids thinkin' they ill/
shoutin' bling bling and feel they keepin' it real/
See when I get signed, I'm gonna get mine/
know what I wanna want, and I'm gonna make dat shit mine/
So don't hate cuz we just out flow you/
If you don't believe me, then I'mma show you/
Who gonna beat you, Maybe Me/
But you can't fuck with Baby T/
or Ryuu, it's how it's gonna be/
You gon need ya whole fam ta get it awn wit me/
You can't test with da pride, cuz we azn/
Ryuu and Baby T perfect combination/
Gonna bump dis joint ta da population/
I know i did good cuz I got you hatin'/
hell yea, betta understand
yo ah do it for da love of da game and love of da fam/
Gotta gun in ya hand, well I don't know/
Yo i'm done with this shit here, I'm gon go/
haters talk, shut ya mouth with an rhyme/
Ryuu and Baby T, man we out in da ride/
Y'all mothafuckas don't know shit/ (yup)
Y'all mothafuckas want yo bitch/ (yup)
Y'all mothafuckas wanna grow rich/
Oh shit, but you don't know how ta do ya own bit/
