Supafriendz - It's Yours lyrics

(Chorus) Yo, what the hell are you looking for? Can an emcee make money anymore? Can I get paid and still stay raw? Represent for that 804 Yeah my squad spit better than yours Keep our jawnts in between ya'll jaws We drink Hennessy, the hell with Coors Lonnie B. (Scratchin' "It's Yours") [Lonnie B.] Yo, hey yo I got block hot plus I'm bigger than Wayne Every since the Juvenile I been spittin' them flames Ya understand ya'll they want me to get in the game I'll f** ya head up without stickin' my dick in your brain We got it lock down, stop now, ya'll don't know An underground n***a makin' all that dough I'm a radio DJ, ya'll that slow See I'ma pimp the game while ya'll go broke BDS chicks like to watch what I'm spinnin' If it's beef then I bring my peace like John Lennon Use to doo-doo wop in the drop but now I'm older When we drop it's over, next Joe Doja Can't hold you liquor then ya best stay sober You gotta pay the judges, I win free like Oprah Minds steady bubblin', thoughts getting' doper Bust a freestyle that's like givin' my coke up (Chorus) What the hell are you looking for? Can an emcee make money anymore? Can I get paid and still stay raw? Represent for that 804 Yeah my squad spit better than yours Keep our jawnts in between ya'll jaws We drink Hennessy, the hell with Coors Mad Sk**z (Scratchin' "It's Yours") [Mad Sk**z] Uh, dog I stay getting' raw, rippin' these raps Or behind closed doors, flippin' these tracks Dolo flow, sh**, I get a kick outta dat Put you chick on a mat, dick stiffen her back Sick the sack, rap like I'm spittin' wit gats And I done told ya'll n***as bout the click and the clack Sittin' wit stacks, trust me, ya'll don't want to "G" that And this could get ugly and ya'll don't want to see that From the cute n***a, the truck and coupe n***a Soloist and I'll do ya whole crew n***a Don't get souped n***a, that's the joint I'm supa, you not, and that's the point So while you sit back and grit black Yo I'ma spit that sh** that'll stick to the track when I hit that f** gettin' up, half these cats can't get back With tracks when I'm sick at, hold up, did ya'll get that? (Chorus) What the hell are you looking for? Can an emcee make money anymore? Can I get paid and still stay raw? Represent for that 804 Yeah my squad spit better than yours Keep our jawnts in between ya'll jaws We drink Hennessy, the hell with Coors Danja Mowf (Scratchin' "It's Yours") [Danja Mowf] That's me Yo, when the lightening and thunder and rain come out I emerge in the form of the Danja Mowf Yo I know you want to hate, let cha anger out But I'm gonna still put another banga out Duet these cats then I hang'em out They don't know what the down south slang about What the hell is ya'll talkin' yin-yang about? That's the main reason why my middle finga out You can get that, when I spit raps I'm the sh** black Get back when I flip tracks, that's a hit black Don't think my click gets stacks, look at this plaque But if the money get funny, click click clack Chicks that's built real phat get the dick sack After I hit, that's it, you can split jack Used to have a job with Missy but I quit that If you can't tell, yo, I don't give a sh** black (Chorus)