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| Canibus C True Hollywood Stories Lemme Hear Somethin Else [Chorus] Aiyyo my wrist stay froze (Lemme hear somethin else) Aiyyo I fuck mad hoes (Yo lemme hear somethin else) I'm a big dog with big dough (Won't you say somethin else) Yo man you fuckin up my flow (You ain't got nothin else) Man I got somethin else (So lemme hear somethin else) My chain got bagette diamonds (Won't you do somethin else) I spit rhymes with perfect timing (You could try somethin else) Yeah you can't stop me from shinin (I'll spit it myself) [Killer P] I'm on my way to ASCAP so I can pick up my dough I ran into a Jacker nigga tryna hit me with flows He didn't know I had a mind to just bloody his nose And let the blood pour down on his white clothes [Pakman] Chhhh.. Nigga! You don't wanna cipher with me My name ain't Pakman for nothin, I'm gobblin emcees Chhhh.. [Killer P] Damn yo, I wasn't even tryna take it there Lemme hear somethin in the ear nigga, make it clear He started goin on about pushin a big Benz How he stayed jig, and smoked chronic up with his friends He doin it big and got unlimited ends I just met the nigga, I seen him walkin up with his mens Stop frontin shorty, lemme tell you somethin 'bout the game It's a thin line, from being wack to spittin flames You gotta represent when you be writin them lines Don't be a FUCKIN millionaire in every one of ya rhymes I'ma let you walk in but yo you gotta be quick I gotta go, and the shit you spittin nigga, better be slick He started gettin busy, I was noddin my head Then he fucked it all up and said some shit that I said Stopped rhymin cuz he knew he shouldn't have said that verse Lookin stupid as fuck, for that nigga it was the worst Yo, how you gonna bite and try to be top shelf Better get ya act together, lemme hear somethin else [Chorus] [Canibus] I give you more grievance than a nigga possessed by demons Walkin on ceilings, chasin white lot speedin Like Tony Soprano, takin meetings With a psychologist about his emotional feelings and his crime dealings He even talked about how to make alcohol out of orange peelings Pink cookies in a plastic bag gettin crushed by a buildin was cool until Canibus puked it With ill cannibalistic, animal instincts Instant lyrical fitness, could you handle the distance? You don't have enough wisdom The man who gives quicksand resistance, sinks the quickest, it's simple physics I get "Southernplayalistic" and pimp chicks Put my big dick in they mouth and smear they lipstick Come here you stank bitch! Tell ya man if he don't spit a hundred bars I'ma bust him in his big lips Spit quick, like 6B tip-tronic stick-shift Bitch is equipped with a nitrous-oxide flipswitch If you hate me, why would you recreate me With those that imitate me and emulate me? They talk about me so distastefully lately But that never break me, they underestimate me Me and the Killer P, and P-A-C get crazy with G-A-T's I'm a B-E-A-S-T, you don't wanna race me I do Mach 1 over a A-F-B No if's, A-N-D's, or B-U-T's A hundred bars ain't SHIT for a true emcee SHUT THE FUCK UP! You should be ashamed of yourself I ain't heard nothin I felt, lemme hear somethin else [Chorus] |
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