AMG - Speak On It lyrics

[DJ Quik] Hey! You got that see through style that I can stare through (right through) Produce a track on you, I don't care to (I won't do it) But I'm sympathetic to your needin' Cause it ain't me your wife keeps turnin' down While she's tellin' you she bleedin' (she's lying to you) It ain't my fault I'm lookin' 23 and twenty-fo' All day long hottest tracks rockin' any show (true) Notorious for making b**hes horny While you lookin' old walkin' through that corn lookin' corny (look at that n***a) And it's more than obvious that you're jealous But don't hate my style, don't hate my money, don't hate my fellas We do what we gotta do to get where we're goin' for us To be where we need to be at...believe that Stop beggin' for a beat you can't afford it (uh uh) They hotter than them pretty red Dada's I be sportin' (uh huh) Cause I got the home court and when I'm rappin' On my own tracks mothaf**a I feel like Jordan! Music cuts off Music returns [Mausberg] Now what lack that I'm the realest On top of game you f**in' my vibe off with them h*mos**ual ways Me and my n***a...we on some new improved sh** Makin' you groove sh**, get paid and move quick n***a you gettin' mad cause I'm shakin' my belly In a stretch navigator makin' moves on the celly Talkin' to Stan, Tone and Quik on a conference call Get ready dogg, you ponic 'bout to take off Took the crown back, tucked it and ready for war Bustin' over 2 cars, a house note and probably more I wanna see the Madd Rapper step in my hood So I can take him fo' a sh** and all them coward n***as good Love madresta, Kam and Crunk Dogg Respect a n***a who done been through war Sportin' a battle scar But there's a lotta fake n***as, sportin' a fake crown Straight up out the swapmeet, bustin' on wack underground Music cuts off Old man & young man Speaking Music returns [AMG] Yeah, uh I been around the whole damn world in a day Partied wit players and haters, told 'em the rules of the game Some in the vein, like this sh** is a drug You can catch me in the new 500 on dubs I'm up in the club Wanna get naked and smoke Notice, you never see a n***a there when he broke UH UH! Somebody told me these hoes wanted to hold me If a real player dress like Goldie, y'all n***as throw in a oldie sh*t! n***as wanna clown, clown, clown You can find me at down, down, down Dot com, bring ya mom (uh huh) She wanna see too, cartier see through Poppa in the beat Oh sh**, it's a thrill Tonight a couple of mill When we party in the grill Livin' life's like a sk** Too much, cruder name But baby I betcha f**in' wit this money here, oh c'mon man I gotta getcha