What's up girl? So you doin' this thing music thing, huh? Just there to ride. You look like a star. What's your name? You look good.
Layzie Bone
Look baby, it's tough in this game and even though gotta watch your back every second/ You got these rats comin' to take your cheese and squeeze you outta your records/ But you precious learn your A's and B's, stay on your P's and Q's, we all gotta pay our dues/ Ain't nobody in it to lose so what we do we is sit and contemplate, let the game unfold/ Like my momma always told me "Everything that glitter ain't gold" And you on a long bumpy road full of backstabbers and snakes/ A lot of new artists got their scars, got caught up in the breaks/ And it takes some real devotion, you gotta stay true to the music/ Without no music it ain't no fans, without the fans it just seem useless
-Chorus-Layzie-
Take your time (Girl understand) Let the rhythm get into you (Try to keep a plan) And if its fate then you will find, that everything that you was workin for and wishin for is comin' to you/ You see I roll on double dueces and I rock a platinum chain/ But all the shit don't really mean nothin unless you focused on the game/ But see, I know you gon' do fine, Boo/ And girl you just so fine girl, goin' all the way up the charts/ And girl you got my mind blowin... All the way up the charts, and girl you got my mind blowin...
Blaze
(Yo niggas. Tight shit. Uh huh. Keep it goin' and real dawg) Thoed and thoed baskets and raised behind nine bars/ Them cops, we used to shake and bake, cookie jars like robots/ From frontpage and down the lane to Cosy Corner where I drown my fame/ Ask my QU Crew, Blaze been down for game since 89' and grindin' for mine, so every local nickel and dime opens global doors to chisel your minds/ Cause perfect storms explode on contact/ And if you're picturin' yellow brick roads, prepare for combat/ But where are snakes and rats? Cause dogs and cats equal swines with traps that'll try to redesign your raps/ And leave you scrapin' for scraps, as the world turns/ They say hard heads never learn/ On this wheel of fortune approach with caution/ True survivors don't believe in abortin' their goals/ From 12 jewels to lost souls in the burbs, keep ya heads up while the parasites doubt, ya heard? Don't be a product of American History X with your mouth on the curb/ Trues words will spark your reactions for all cultures, spit it out with a passion/ Trues carpets is the time to fashion/ The best off the top of written, don't rest cause the people never wanna see the sweat stop drippin'