Rza - 9 to 5 lyrics

[Verse] Rappers seem like they need a steering wheel to handle hoes She seen the banana was too quick to give me cantaloupe D Money and Worm we sit around smoking Amoco If I was violent my shooters Steph Curry, yours Plaxico You can't handle the truth? Hip Hop demanding hope When others rappers drop, it's like they cannot handle soap no h*mo You hear me spit, you watching Lebron work Chicago seen more white girl than a Hannah Montana concert Verbal a**ault got p**y n***as beyond hurt The game in a submission, working angles, I'm beyond Kurt Been next, f** a b**h at my neck for s** n***a Leave shorty standing in the rain like Jody did Yvette n***a Going macadamian, it ain't me when they asking who sane Mindset is Hussein. Word is bond, a phenomenon I make n***as give up rapping likes it Ramadan Spit like I'm trying to live grand, like your momma mom Damn, for that life I been patient While y'all still ain't realized dickriding ain't no form of transportation I'm in the lab bakin' while you cakin', so ill I need a patent Got pa**ion, dreamin' impregnatin' Paula Patton Picture pure rapping without a caption, I ain't acting Moving like a cheetah with thoughts of an a**a**in Nas line, checking for f**s to give and I ain't got one f** with me? That's Russian roulette with a sawed off shotgun Meek say "When you broke as a joke, ain't sh** funny." Dummy I'm humble, but convinced I'll give Cole a run for his money Been treated right by people I thought thought nothing of me And f**ed over by posers who I thought truly loved me My heart been through it believe me Don't bang, but the money stackin like its GD Type of sh** you couldn't copy off CD or DVD City of BDs MOEs, VLs or BP SN, must I begin? On how my generation, so filled with sin? And how fake sh** is relatable, like it's they kin? Leaving n***as in the street how Peter Parker found Uncle Ben Damn, everyday life in Gotham Going through these lines sorta like a slalom Enemies words? I never forgot em I just proved em wrong and sorted they losses into rows and columns In y'all pain I find asylum f** designer and these grown man whiners Who would've thought a dark skinned prince would be the most shinin' diamond Not easy to find when everyone wanna be a savage Let us admire you green with envy as I chase after cabbage Don't think they reminisce over you when you average Baby deep down I'm just wondering Candice Johnson have you orgasm and throbbing? Riding, doggy, you got so many options Pole is on the spot that next man gon be toppin Cause I'm pa**ing her off like John Stockton You couldn't test me with a proctor or nearby doctor Lyrics dope, notepad got pot like Betty Crocker Doing big things, when I'm around, they acknowledge my presence You do big things like you just got precious pregnant The greatest, nothing more or less, here's a lesson If Gs move in silence, then why these n***as detected? Ain't hawaiian, but told some b**hes mahalo Young n***a from Chicago with a flow, tell him bravo No lube for f**ing the game raw twice Your girl p**y my nine to five, I stick to my day job all night Bust in her eyes, so she see where I'm coming from right? Giving a different meaning to smashing on sight I only let n***as sit in the throne to keep it warm for me Groupie for the band so I let her hold the horn for me On occasion I'm faded, but I ain't never been mistaken It's always been the greats I've emulated And painted my own pictures, never fake to my own n***as Dickriders hop on a track, ride the wave with the on n***a Labels think they own n***as On my own n***a, ironic, since the word was born when Europeans was proud to own n***as And let me be clear that I'm far from racist But the power of a certain persuasion? sh** amazing You feared for your life? Not a slap on your wrist Increase the melanin, they'd be sicking dogs on my kids n***a