PackFM - Wanna Know lyrics

[Intro] Check it Yo [Verse 1] If sk**s sold, truth be told, i'd probably be f** that, yo, I'd still be me I think back to the old tracks people say were so wack Yeah, I agree but the lyrics were dope Years ago I was stuck trying to be the new HOV But now I'm sitting here wishing I was back to the old Pack You know, going for broke Flowing cold making room temperatures drop So when I rock it's like a blow of smoke I must say that I've grown, updated the grind Another great emcee patiently waiting in line It's frustrating cause fate it be taking his time And I just said to my self ‘quite complaining and rhyme' Straining my mind wondering what I got out That should accept for n***as all up in my head like John Malkovich Before you couldn't be down cause you liked the sound of it Couldn't pay dues with a bill that was counterfeit What mattered was the raw, nothing less, nothing more Now that whole scene's deleted on the cutting room floor There's no substitute for the sound of a crowd's roar When they packed to the walls and they pouring out the door But now you fast forward and it's lost it's allure It ain't a party, it's a wake without a body in the morgue I used to love it til I found out that this hottie was a who*e Now I can't wait til she ain't f**ing anybody anymore [Hook - Deacon The Villain] I'm tired of all the jealousy And all the f**ers telling me That I got a hate filled heart You better change your melody Or I'm a catch a felony And that's when the real sh** starts And I know (they say rap's changed) And I know (they wanna know how I feel about it) And I know (they say rap's changed) And I know, I know [Verse 2] Now getting back to the bad dude Coming back at you With right to bear arms, no not that lack of tattoos Or tank tops, but the tactics to attack Just know I smell fear So be cool, and act natural My attitude will never interfere with my hustle So I'm like pay me first, then I'm like f** you 718 rushing through the corpuscle Flashy around the neck, ashy around the knuckle Let my shirt hang low you never see my belt buckle Scuff on my timb toes evidence of the scuffle The bottom line kids, if you don't want trouble Stand there and say nothing like MF DOOM's stunt double Now I got your attention, you got you feather's ruffled? You can eat sh** and choke, 2 girls and one cup You see Nobody's running sh**, everybody's jogging Nobody's writing songs, everybody's blogging Record stores shut down, and customers log in Give a new meaning to the term window shopping We barely had a choice before, when those options Dwindle down to nothing, we know who'll they be copping So when your hands hot and you give the cold shoulder Cause you a show closer and should be an opener Somebody shoulda told ya when it's over we control it With no strings attached like wii controllers [Hook X1]