Chorus: To fall in love, With the things you do Don t sell yourself To fall in love With those things you do.
(t-3) Lady s lovin my music is like some sex shit, Niggas trying to grip up my mic like it s a dick. Run around the cornner to pick up the new shit, Toss this in the deck so niggas can catch rep. I m the motherfucker gripping the mic like it s a joke, Niggas fall in love with the music like it s a hole. Put donw your mic you lost your whole goal, You take it to seriously like it s a gamble. Fuck this rap shit I listen to classical, In the studio you ask usual,of the -my lyrical -of bitches who you would know. I m out of this cause you wanna be below. Yall niggas in love with the s, Yall niggas in love with the s.
(jay-dee) Yeah, jetty man I see sometimes, I sit and wonder when I think about these written rhymes. How d I get to the point constantly taking all my time? Time I could of been spending gettin cash, gettin mine. Hopeing one day it comes around. One day when I m the nigga gettin money, gettin cash, gettin signed Getting the fuck out the ghetto, cause I m tired of crime. But it s a crime that I feel this fucking waste of time. But sometimes I feel like this shit here is a waste of time, yours and mine. To these niggas out here trying to rhyme. Your reason for a better should of been genuine. I do it because it gives me a sort of peace-of-mind. And for the love.
Yourself, yourself (chorus)
Yo, one-two Word up, ah one-two, sv, word up, word up, alright. Uh,uh,uh and to my nigga jay-dee uh, uh my nigga t-3 uh, oh That nigga batian uh, uh, thats my crew, Yo, uh, oh this going out to my nigga bust-a, And all my other motherfu-cka, What up to all you trying to bust, us. Trying to get down with us, cause we know you just mad as hell, Yo I ll give em the mic, ehhh! so niggas don t know that I am, T-3 on the mic, I do what I do what I like, to get down right tonight. (cause? ) cause I get down tonight, yo Niggas try and put up a fight, wit us, yo alright