BabyFace Fensta - What You Need lyrics

[sample] I told you before... you're too big You're getting too big The word has come down, it's not healthy to get too big Now you're going to go to work for me and first thing You're gonna do is go back on the street You're gonna k** that brother of yours To cool off, and I want no more attempts to pull our people off the streets [Babyface Fensta] Once Upon a Time in America, the Usual Suspect Incarcerated Babyface, triple X Stick a black and white, gangsta limelight Disciple of the street, I serve fiends, with TNT Out, lick a carnasaur, Hennessey, Vodka, Moet Bacardi, females love Alize Then mary Tihauana, for 21 years Never smoke dope, sniff coke, pop pills Or bang my veins, leave embalming fluid for dead people Grew up respecting the cold And hating the snitch, learn, at Somers Junior High Never be a s**er for a b**h Like Noodles, bend her over a bench, and drown her In puddles of cum, four pounder, poom-poom The guns in my slums go rump-a-pump-pump At fake thugs who end up testifying [Chorus 2X: Juice (Drastic)] (Now what you need), team got all of that CREAM, what you call us at Came to get your quarterback On the scene where the ballers at (On the block with the cordless jacks) Seeds, we don't call 'em back Fiends drifting on the raps They dream the dream [Juice] Firecracker, red whip, drunk driving, high as a kite Nine in the night, hand on my nine, why even bother with life Get in my way, you going with me, does it matter whether heaven or hell I question religions, anything better than jail No one to miss me, hell, my wife don't kiss me Behind my back, people they chat, in fact, they whisper, they shifty Luck missed me, doing a buck 50, I-9 music Feeling my car, while I'm unlocking my belt How all this felt, I'm doing wrong, I can just melt, so I moved on In fact to this gun in my hand, and these, thoughts in my head Far from a new song, and life remix, see, under I stand Feel the breeze from the porsche when I spin Before it's headed to Florida, officer said 'freeze' Please, I can't raise a seed behind a gla** box So I pick a coffin instead, and this'll be my last stop, poetry popping Impregnate your population with flow... [Chorus 2X] [Drastic] I'm a hustler, so I do hustler sh** Give you a g-pack and crack the b**h out on the strip Cuz I'm always on my grind, ain't never stressing a b**h But I'm known for pushing bricks and emptying clips Leave you dead in your whip, with your head pushed back Let it be a fact, n***a I, blast what I aim at Ain't sh** sweet, n***a, ain't sh** fair If somebody gotta die, then it's you right here Ain't a game round here, we get it down round here Don't be a fool, and get laid down round here I thought I told you, we don't play around down here Put it on the block, then we shut it down round here Dump rounds round here, loud sound round here And please to leave, we k** cops down here So realistically speaking, there's a war down here And Drastic be the one, setting it off round here [Chorus 2X] [Buddha Monk] Does the appearance of this cat, make you think I'm scared of d**h? Does it look like p**y's written across my chest? Then place your best, I'm Brooklyn, you shook, when we get it on You cooked when I spit the alarm, f** the talk, let's get it on For the love of dough, hoes and house holding Car notes, baby clothes, kin folk, I spit at folks You reap what you spoke, as the heat coat your throat Now your speech impediment n***a, leap with no talk I ain't gangsta, but n***a, I gangsta shank frame ya For the survival of the streets, all the east thoughts to flame Here's a heart of gold, that's now turned cold My back against the wall, so f** all of ya'll Trying to coach from the sidelines, only grieving one line If you don't know what I've been through, stay the f** outta mine That's so you don't pa** the white line or I will remove enzymes One scene to the mind, lost souls left behind, damn... [sample] I told you before... you're too big You're getting too big The word has come down, it's not healthy to get too big Now you're going to go to work for me and first thing You're gonna do is go back on the street You're gonna k** that brother of yours To cool off, and I want no more attempts to pull our people off the streets