56 - How Many lyrics

[Hook, whispers in the back] Only we come with that originality (7x) Only we... [Verse 1: Shadow] How many rappers must burn before they learn not to f** with originality? Await your turn The Blind Mice, here to save the day in all the Hip-Hop "Hooray" is what you say when you watch a n***a drip-drop Right down the drain They wallow in their pain and sorrow n***as talkin' sh** like they won't live to see tomorrow Your sh** is hollow, I can see right through So don't you dare perpetrate with your b**h a** crew That's right dude, I'm talkin' to you So don't look nervous Don't try grabbin' up my hand and givin' up the lip service Must have a purpose when I'm rippin' up mics The crowd is hyped, I gotta get my f**in' on tonight So now you know, I step in with the sk**s of a pro Mad verbal flow "Must be that n***a named Shadow from the BM clique!" Stayin' thick like Chinese fighting flicks I keep it fit from a pad and a Vic and brothers feelin' it I get paid from my blacks, cause I'm feelin' raps Just like the spine in my back If you wanna react then let me know that we're large while you can Bacause I know the crowd is in charge-uh You pay the fee to see your emcees speakin' publicly But many f** up when should be comin' naturally But never we We stay in top ten, the mics and Metafizz From here to two-thousand and ten, yeah [Hook] Only we come with that originality (8x) [Verse 2: Metafizz] Yo check it Yo, everybody in they mother wanna be a rapstar But all that biggity-biggity-biggity-biting sh** will only get you that far You b**h a**, I see right through your bubble-gum rap act In fact Jack, ya own clique and ya moms wouldn't wreck that sh** that you would be talkin' like you always puff L's And now you been rockin' mics since LL's been rockin' the bells? Well, fakin' no moves don't get no points in this game We comin' original style, blowin' n***as out they mainframe So maintain, n***as always scared to try a new thing You on with 80's n***as and you front like you be Wu-Tang Yo why the f**?! n***as will s** just to make a buck Well, now you stuck "I saw your show" - Shut the f** up Mad sh** be comin' on wax with no... weight - you fake Mad n***as appointin' your release date Huh, so you be bustin' shots and buggin' n***a went on tour and you'll be hangin' out with Shadowz, cousin Well check this, we 'bout to kick it to some live a** sh** So bop ya head and tap ya feet cause we forget the matter Blind Mice, we representin' the real n***as Rappers grab your mics and let the gangsta n***as grab they triggaz So bring the sh** and come correct, and check I disect and inject and earn mad respect So uh, big up to all the groups and nig'z with they own Yo, keep it real and bring it on 'til I'm gone [Hook, whispers in the back] Only we come with that originality Only we come with that originality (You gotta check it out) Only we come with that originality Only we come with that originality Only we come with that originality Only we come with that originality (Check it, check it) Only we... [Verse 3: Shadow] Now what the f**... I'm tired of all the the buck-buck-buck and n***as talkin' sh** And never ever load a clique so run it off they lips But loose lips sink ships, and now they boat is sunk We keep the rhythm in ya trunk and make ya Jeeps jump That's how we earn mad pay to see the crowd sway Would make my year, every f**in' day I lay low and stay tight through any f**in' weather One love, that's Metafizz, we keepin' sh** together And clever is how we stay above the choppy water We slaughter, and k** yo crew in any f**in' order So 5-6 reach into yo bag of f**in' tricks And come quick and slap 'em back like they was (mental pricks?) You hear just what a n***a say is always true? Keep the flavours and the n***as back to 'tember too [Verse 4: Metafizz] Yeah, yeah, yeah 'cuz everybody in they mothers, fathers and they brothers Wanna be large and get they pictures on the cover Of The Source - now who be the boss? It'd be me, of course n***as get signed, and written off as a tax loss You wanna be, you never gonna be So take a back seat to the original style emcee So light it up and bring it back to the BM's Mad uppin' my style collecting mad (Astor DM's?) Huh, and gettin' all in that a** like swimwear I've been there And '96 is Blind Mice, we in there