The Weathermen - Chris Lighty lyrics

[Intro: Vast Aire talking] It's like, one day I came home and I was like, "Man...I was listening to the radio and sh**." I was like, "Damn Camu we gotta do this sh**." [Hook: Vast Aire] I wrote a rhyme to a beat Sipping a Sam Adams Now everybody and they grandma know Atoms Now everybody and they grandma know Atoms [Vast Aire] Now n***as want war like Edwin Starr But what is it good for? (Absolutely nothing) I'm saying, Ice Ice Baby lost 18 zeros cause he was (Absolutely fronting) [Verse One: Camu Tao] Cause fronting's been see through like Vin Diesel I'm in the back of club smacking up two people I'm in the back with your girl trading sweet secrets Rubbing on your honey and getting them tits leaking And if I'm too slick for n***as, switch to triggers Shoot me up with fifths of liquor, help me out When I'm out pitch hits to n***as And if the club is stuck or lame, punk we heat it up And if your girl say she stuck on brain, we eat it up Cause 'Mu's been cracking since What's Happening? How you gonna push the sh** forward when your a** backwards? Attitudes wanna change when the cash stack up Shoot thangs when they attack using a black magnum Listen...n***as...are you ready for fun? How you gonna front in a house when it's heavy with guns? Chop up your body have your rolling with chunks, n***as... [Hook: Camu Tao] I wrote a rhyme to beat Sipping a Pale Ba** Now everybody and they grandma knows Smash Now everybody and they grandma knows Smash [Camu Tao] Now n***as want war like Edwin Star But what is it good for? (Absolutely nothing) I'm saying, Ice Ice Baby lost 18 zeros cause he was (Absolutely fronting) [Verse Two: Vast Aire] You know my health is New York but my elbows are Southern Comfort spilled on my shirt, change the pattern MC's better eat they veggies I'm Four times Fantastic Unseen, rock hard and flexible Plus my flesh is fire suitable Yo, who you rocking for? To the cats in the front who be acting ill And the chicks in the back with the skirts that peel Haha She's hoping for my index sk** Cause I was backstage up in her Ma**engill n***as jerk all night looking for skins to k** Now we wake up with the Morning After pills I think my tongue needs a dance floor Cause my vernacular is like fancy movement And if you ever test my crew You might not live that long to dispute it [Hook: Camu Tao] {x2} Put your money where your mouth is I'll knock your teeth out We don't play fair, yeah, that's the street route What's the beef about? Life ain't that long n***as squeeze 'em out you put it in a rap song