Uncle Murda - Candy Yams lyrics

(Hook) This is bananas, I’m goin ham These n***as is sweet, candy yams Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight This is bananas, I’m goin ham These n***as is sweet, candy yams Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight (Verse) I’m in the hood where they all doing day yo Who really run brooklyn, uncle murda or maino Certain people don’t wanna hear nothing Like f** all them n***as, pigs still runnin I go extra hard whenever the beat’s on I sound like Nas when he had the fatigues on sponsored links Me and NYPD don’t get along I’m on the radio, they kids is singing my songs I don’t care if she a model, a stripper or an actress I’m tryina get it poppin with all my mattress I’ve been back in the still out I was 15 in the tellie before flexin tuck chill out You can learn something from me I can teach you how to man up, not how to dougie See everybody lives but not everybody dies Look at Michael Jackson, Biggie and Pac, we still keep em alive (Hook) This is bananas, I’m goin ham These n***as is sweet, candy yams Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight This is bananas, I’m goin ham These n***as is sweet, candy yams Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight (Verse) I’m in the hood where they all doing day Who really run brooklyn, uncle murda, fab or café? Certain people don’t wanna hear nothing Like f** all them n***as, pigs still runnin I’m mason he was dancing with diddy All eyes on me now I’m runnin the city These rappers had they chance but they ain’t get busy Tell the east coast, we back, we found the new biggie Chris Lighty don’t dance but that’s my diddy He say he gonn mark at me like the old 50 This sound like a dre beat for my lil man did it This sh** not make you do the gwap I smoked one these lil rappers don’t play with me I’m feelin like dmx, I need y’all to pray for me Look, these rappers can’t see me maine I’m the new version of krs one mc shane (Hook) This is bananas, I’m goin ham These n***as is sweet, candy yams Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight This is bananas, I’m goin ham These n***as is sweet, candy yams Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight (Verse) I’m in the hood, where they all doin day yo Who the realest n***a in the game, uncle murda or maino Rap n***as still tryina be what they ain’t go f** with me, I smack the tube socks off his ankles The realest n***a in it, in a minute, shoots out in broad day Me and murda gonn finish No matter how I move, they gonn still say I’m troublesome Rappers just soft, chew em up, bubble gum Like cookies in a bag, crumble them The last time I got mad, they saw the devil come Black benz, white porsche, I been willim lately I be rollin so hard making mama hate me One drama lately, but n***as petrified Scared to d**h, hold they breath while I’m comin by n***as french fry, food off 1 dollar menu They ain’t about that life, we’ve been tryina tell you! (Hook) This is bananas, I’m goin ham These n***as is sweet, candy yams Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight This is bananas, I’m goin ham These n***as is sweet, candy yams Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight