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[Chorus] I been on the low for a while, but now It's time to rise up, so open your eyes up And recognise the real, that's all up in your grill Yo Yo gots the flow, y'all niggas know the deal [x2] [Verse 1] It's a must that I thrush world plush a little lush money Green like sus-money, cream and takes the bus International connects, plus discuss the hush-hush West-side, Who Ride?, World-wide, Bomb-rush So what's the deal with all this 'keep it real' rapping I'm still flexing skills, collect my mill and keep stepping Pack a weapon close if I ghost a nigga then I'm Swayze Cause rapping pays me to live shady, wilin' crazy Just the killer Cali lady, snatch your fuckin lady If rappers be board, you niggas still couldn't play me So save the drama for your mommy and your poppy When I hit the track up a mad truck couldn't stop me To all you, Versace wearin' Donna Karen tricks Starin' all up in my grill, I'ma let you know the deal I'm still droppin' bombs like Sudam Husain Who-Bang, like Mack-10, sip gin and kick game [Chorus] Songtexte[Verse 2] I've been on the low, but now it's time to show and prove Turn my dues to power moves, I got 'em winning never lose So whoever snooze, on the Y-O-Y-O better buy you A superior plot, I'm blowin' up the spot Hip-Hop's the mil-ticket, and I still kick it For my niggas in the hood, best believe it's all good My game is understood from LA to Amsterdam So I organise my fam' and rock the world like Pearl Jam This girl's a thriller, got more game than Shirl' Miller And as this world turns, my main concern is earnin' scrilla I'm realer than most don't test this west coast fever On your reciever, with more respect than Aretha Franklin, got mo' bankin', drudge and wheezy I'm movin on up so give it up this shit ain't easy But see I, step to my B I and be fly Like a sparrow, but their all stackin' up 'Genaro [Chorus] [Verse 3] You best rocognise game about the things that I told Everything that glitters an't gold, but this mic I hold Is worth about a million, really don't peep the flow I generate more pace than Wall Street when I blow You know this how we do, in killer Cali rule Mic check, one two, when the Yo be comin' through With the lyrical, verbal miracle, oh Jesus I say what I want and I do as I pleases For any nigga step in my direction and question My affection for this game that I be flexin' The same as chin-checkin, I'll be right there like demolition I'm on a mission, so just listen I'm spittin', the game related, that keep you faded Intoxicated, then your pocket get raided I made it, for them G's and Ladies Beneath the palm trees just shootin' the breeze [Chorus] That's the way, uh uh, we like it Bad as I wanna be, you don't wanna step to me That's the way, uh uh, we like it Steady Risin' to the top, movin' up another notch [x2] [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania