Soul - Siouxnami Tales lyrics

[Intro: Lillo Brancato Jr. & Chazz Palminteri] Is it better to be loved or feared? That's a good question, it's nice to be both But it's very difficult. But if I had my choice I would rather be feared... Fear lasts longer than love [Verse: Mosa] I spit tales of my city, where everyone raps And everyone goes claiming they packin' .50's Or deuce deuces, true sh**, your a poor trooper All of your rhymes are fake, plus your a sore loser You can't handle the heat, the pressure, they feelin' my message In other words you foldin' under pressure, I strive for competition That n***a Swift don't understand competition, n***a, but it's okay These n***as tellin' me "Yo Mosa, it's your day, it's your time Little n***a spit your rhymes." Gon' and keep your circle tight, keep your circle small Even if these n***as admire you, don't f**s with them at all Cause n***as will f** with you on your come, but when you come up They f** your funds up, but that's just the everyday n***a born and raised In the Sioux And mothaf**a look me in my eyes and tell me who knew A Siouxnami n***a would come up!