Wait Up
(Electronic Beeping noice for about 20 seconds
We on a brand new page. ("Uh.") Millennium days,
desperation on the streets gotta find a new wa
Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfold
Machavellian approaches executed by the coac
I'm in these streets like a ghos
The air-jettin' artis
To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, ma
I got a whole new approach for the rhymin
You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin out for the Heisma
Uh! You play the rappin' rol
I take the rap and sold,
and intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to whol
I'm just a genie in a Jack bottl
Them fake ballin'-ass cats is just a wack mode
This joint knocks wit' the force of a gat throttl
I live by 'You put it out, we get it back' mott
Hey. But who around but just your average reproduction, lov
Rap is gettin' lose so all the ice is screamin' 'Thug
What the hell is wrong? I'm askin' in this son
One time I smoked hash out of the hippies' bon
One of us is goin' laid 'cause I ain't gettin' played
I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you mad
and walk along chuggin' Baller's Brains, rockin' rings
and things and just waitin' for white rain
I got the drive, dog. I hope the dogs' read
My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweat
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("It's the Ummah for all time.") wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("The Ummah forevea!") wait up.
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Get your ("GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...") wait up.
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Get your ("..UP! UP! UP! UP! Yo!") wait up
You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds?
Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds?
The decision is yours. I'd rather see tours,
get chicks wit' ghetto shit fallin' out they drawer
My team stay posted. They stay roaste
Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin
Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasur
You didn't know that your man was a legend, huh?
Embonishment for the both of yo
I hit the road and I take my whole fuckin' cre
cause I'm a Queens cat. ("True.") To the G's cat. ("True.")
Gettin' money for more than one needs cat. ("Aiiight, c'mon.")
Condition never peers and ("Take it home, kid.") mind stands ou
From Seattle to South Beach my joint: grand clou
It's the street commentator, providin' you wit' data
on how to live unique and it's really not neat. We gotta..
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.") wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("Brand new shit, huh.") wait up.
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Get your ("GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...") wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("..UP! UP! UP! YEAH! HA-HAA...") wait up.
And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.
And all my ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.
And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.
And all the ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.
Fellas go, 'Where you at?
Ladies go, 'Yo, come back!
Fellas go...ladies go..
Fellas go...ladies...yo..
A mellow disposition even when it's pai
Your mental ammunition is faulty wit' a drai
I puts it down, Lord, Fuck a mic cor
Brother's out of his game so we can see tour
The innovator - your man still a hate
The Abstract imprint, it stays like a Smin
I got the masses cold, wigglin' and shakin' they as
Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fas
(Beeping starts again but with instrumental backing it)
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