Juelz Santana "Mic Check" |
[Juelz Santana] I been paying attention to what's going on out there man (yep) I been watching you niggaz stealing my ways and shit (uh-huh) And it's getting out of control now (out of control) I'ma start telling you niggaz like I tell my bitches (listen) Don't watch me, watch TV This is pay-per-view nigga, you gotta pay for this Ay! [Verse 1] First, let me take time to brush my shoulders off Wait...I had to dust my shoulders off Thanks, y'all been waiting, been patient, been anxious Now I herefore bring back me, your greatness (yes) The rap +Ali+, jab I weave Then come back with the same jab times three I blow smoke to the heaven I'm so dope it's a weapon Rap's one big casino, I'm plotting +Ocean's Eleven+ (ay) I might have sold the least But I still manage to be most feared by most emcees (good) Who dope as me Who close to me For sho papi, nobody yeah that's how it's supposed to be Now listen you can either comprehend it or compliment it It's all authentic (yep) But you better believe whatever I say No homo, you can bet ya balls I meant it (ay) [Hook] Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check one two what is this Santana's back to business, let's go (ay) Mic check one two one two (check) Mic check one two one two (check) Mic check one two what is this Santana's back to business, let's go [Verse 2] Bad news, rap dudes, I'm back fools Get it thrown up, this is that jack move (jack move) +Ha-choo+, I just sneezed and the track moved (ha-choo) +God blessed me+, yes that's true So bright, throw lights up for me For life married the game, throw rice up for me (yes) So nice, throw ice up for me (yes) Two pieces for +B.I.G.+ and one piece for tha kid (yes) I am back like cooked crack yep Even my connect asked me how I cooked that up I told him a brick of me is equivalent to fifty ki's Broken down, sold around your inner city streets If you catch me sexing a chick, it's a biseuxal chick Or something far and i'll never forget Yes i'm tha shit bet i'm tha shit How much lay it down Whatever you bet I got it covered [Hook] [Verse 3] Shh homie quick homie Get a camera get a flick (yes) Get a load of this homie The fifth's on me say something the fifth's off me Aim, ready to bust, damn the fifth's horny The album's done, which mean the album's coming Spent a while but fuck it This time around I'm fronting I done styled and stunted I done wild in public I done paid my dues, did my hundred miles and running Now I'm back (ay) like raw cocaine Put in a pot with water and soda then thrown on flames And look what came out was me yes Crack in the flesh at it's best So hot, won't stop, don't knock me Dough stocked, don't watch, don't copy Stones, rocks, froze blocks, so cocky Hoes watch, hoes jock, go papi (ay) [Hook] Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |