Rasco - This Is It Y'all | Текст песни

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• This Is It Y'all

[Verse One]
Ayo, stepping to the other side
Where these other cats swallow they pride
I do it 33 to the 45
RPM's, ready to drop gems getting blown out your Timbs
Nothing but rhymes to spit
Time to give me the cash
You act dumb I pull it straight out your ass
Zero nine, zero six
You niggas knowing the code
The fifth born, 29 years old
1970, heavenly, ready to spit
Peace to the ones that went and bought my shit
The one's that didn't, good riddance
Whether it's freestyle or written, mine's is still hitting
Spitting nothing but the best straight from the west coast
Bullets in the air now we keeping the best close
For those of you that analyze my flow
I just sit back and analyze my doe
But never mind that
Nigga rewind that
See you the reason niggas be holding they rhymes back
Switching up, changing up, flipping they style up
Keep the concentration set, building the file up
Block for block, street for street
We be pounding on the concrete
Compete with every last fleet
With the close range exchange
Blowing out brains
We do it for real so ain't a damn thing changed

[Hook] {x2}
This is it y'all
We coming to get y'all
Keep your game tight, we ready to spit y'all
But don't you ever think of playing me close
I only run with them niggas that be popping the most

[Verse Two]
Ayo for real
Who said that we was in it for mils?
It's for the love, but sometimes push comes to shove
And you gotta do what you gotta do just to feed your peeps
I gotta hustle just to make ends meet
Like every last one of y'all
I stay two steps in front of y'all
Leading the pack without leaving the tracks
You gotta find your way back on your own
Leave me alone, get gone
Stop blowing up my god damn phone when I'm getting some rest
And baby this time I think I'm boycotting the press
Because all it brings is stress and strain to your brain
They only hype niggas on these large campaigns
Spending big bucks for ads that shit's sad
But when your records don't go gold you've been had
Give me your ends and recommend your friends
I told these cats they shouldn't rent that Benz
But them girls was hot, the party was non stop
I'm sorry to hear your whole crew got dropped
But that's the way it is when you up in this biz
Come to find out that half of your shit is now his
It don't take a wiz to figure the game is fake
And they ready to dish whatever you fools will take
I'm here to explain to you simple and plain
I know it's hard but you brothers got to try to maintain

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
It's like this, that
Like that like this
If your biz ain't straight you'll be stuck in a twist
Misdirected
You gotta expect the unexpected
Nobody gives a fuck how many fans you collected
I know a lot of niggas selling more than you
And a whole lot of niggas with a tour to do
But who cares, we gotta handle business affairs
Or you'll look up and all of your shit is now there's
Take it from a nigga that's been doing it right
While you upset I concentrate on keeping it tight
I stay ahead while these other cats stuck in the red
Flat broke while these other niggas counting they bread

[Hook]

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