[Scratched: "The U.N."]
[Verse 1: Laku]
I'm all about making it happen, kid, instead of yappin'
The cheddar stack, cat, I get it crackin', bringin' the action
Center of attraction
Late night on the creep trashin'
Mashin' the party crashin'
Rap with a passion
Not a quitter or a forfeiter
One of them raw rap cats with hollow point rhymes comin to hit ya
I'm targeting my shot at all them fake rappers
Them fake wannabe gun clappin' cats claimin' they the baddest
Claimin' that they ran the streets ragged
Knowin they chillin hard in the Village up in the gay bar talkin' to faggots
I'm not a gangsta, and I'm not a thug nor a Blood or a Crip
Strugglin' brotha tryin to hard to get rich
I've been nice in this hip hop shit from way back when
Days of The Jeffersons, Good Times to What's Happening!
You niggas want beef? Then call my name out
Still rockin' the Mecca and the Soul Brother like it just came out
[Verse 2: Mic Raw]
Let's get it on, Lebanon, strong as an ox
And I spit flows blowin' up yo' audio box
Document my style, cool when I rock
And I rush like the bus followin' my blocks
G's up, I'm on the set, y'all niggas freeze up
I make dirty dollars, turn 'em in to clean bucks
My stocks rise, it's cool, it's no surprise
And them laws, the rules you make, I straight defy
Rebel in the highest form, the fifth born
Gully nigga on the track screamin' "It's on"
Stop the DAT, rewind that
Thoughts, combine that
Criminal minds and rhymes, underline that
Dollar dollar, street scholar, flow then ya follow
Expert, puttin' in work for the next saga
So yo, get your lean on
Flows you fiend on
Fuckin' with U. and N., the 2000 phenom
[Verse 1: Laku]
I'm all about making it happen, kid, instead of yappin'
The cheddar stack, cat, I get it crackin', bringin' the action
Center of attraction
Late night on the creep trashin'
Mashin' the party crashin'
Rap with a passion
Not a quitter or a forfeiter
One of them raw rap cats with hollow point rhymes comin to hit ya
I'm targeting my shot at all them fake rappers
Them fake wannabe gun clappin' cats claimin' they the baddest
Claimin' that they ran the streets ragged
Knowin they chillin hard in the Village up in the gay bar talkin' to faggots
I'm not a gangsta, and I'm not a thug nor a Blood or a Crip
Strugglin' brotha tryin to hard to get rich
I've been nice in this hip hop shit from way back when
Days of The Jeffersons, Good Times to What's Happening!
You niggas want beef? Then call my name out
Still rockin' the Mecca and the Soul Brother like it just came out
[Verse 2: Mic Raw]
Let's get it on, Lebanon, strong as an ox
And I spit flows blowin' up yo' audio box
Document my style, cool when I rock
And I rush like the bus followin' my blocks
G's up, I'm on the set, y'all niggas freeze up
I make dirty dollars, turn 'em in to clean bucks
My stocks rise, it's cool, it's no surprise
And them laws, the rules you make, I straight defy
Rebel in the highest form, the fifth born
Gully nigga on the track screamin' "It's on"
Stop the DAT, rewind that
Thoughts, combine that
Criminal minds and rhymes, underline that
Dollar dollar, street scholar, flow then ya follow
Expert, puttin' in work for the next saga
So yo, get your lean on
Flows you fiend on
Fuckin' with U. and N., the 2000 phenom
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