StreetRunner - Gossip lyrics

[Intro] I hate gossip And I don't walk around lookin' for it, you know? But, yesterday it seemed to just Wander around 'til it found me You know like, the gossip found me Then why don't try provin' it? How? You don't know how to prove it? Well, what you just do is, stop [Verse 1] Stop Hatin' on a n***a That is a weak emotion The lady of a n***a And you can get tipped Like you're waitin' on a n***a Put a body bag And an apron on a n***a I give my all behind the mic But you can never see If you sit behind the light And you don't have to pick me To win the title fight But I'mma wear that championship belt so tight And if I'm wrong, there is no right And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White I'm tryna be polite But you b**hes in my hair Like the f**in' po-lice And my flow is rare These other rappers nice These other rappers bark Some of 'em even bite But I'm much more bright I give the game sight So before you dim the light You just might, might wanna [Refrain] Think it over Ooooh, think it over Think it over, baby baby (Get 'em) [Verse 2] Stop an*lyzing Criticizing You should realize What I am, and start epitomizing Legitimate I got the heart of the biggest lion I'm confident Like f** 'em all, pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick So sick, it's like my sh** is dying It rains a lot in my city Because my city's crying Because my city's dying Still I emerge from all of that I am a living pion- -eer, near Zion Fear God Not them Steer my robin coupe Through the streets of the boot And soowoo And then I leak blood in the booth I leave a bloodbath Sorry there's a tub in the booth Now where the d** at? I'm twisted like the strings on a shoe No, n***a, f** that I'm twisted like the strings on a boot Now where New Orleans at? I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pa** So in your possession, I-I-I must ask [Refrain] Hey, haven't I been good to you? (Think it over) Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you? [Verse 3] Drag my name through the mud I come out clean Cast away stones I won't even blink A gun is not a math problem I won't even think Just leave you dead Like the mink Under my sink Don't believe in me Don't believe me I've graduated from hungry And made it to greedy My flow is like pasta Take it and eat it But I'm gon' need cheese If I'm baking a ziti You n***as want beef I want a steak And, uh, we be Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica Where weed be Hard body n***a Just takin' it easy All about my paper Bout my paper like E-Z Wider wrappers Why do rappers Lie to fans, lie to rappers Lot of rappers lie like actors Cut the motherf**in' cameras Cut the check, n***a, f** your props And make it out to Mr. Hip-Hop I'm not dead, I'm alive