Swimmin’ With Sharks

Lyrics

[Intro: Cuban Link] Yeah, this is M.O.B., Rell on the R&B And I'm rap's refugee and I ain't going nowhere [Verse 1: Cuban Link] Growin' up in the Bronx, I had to dump with the realest Hangin' on them corners with killas and drug dealers Had to build my rep up, step it up, Pun was telling me Dunn, fuck the jealousy, one day, you gon' run with our melody We started in the basement broke though We didn't have no money, we still had hope it was me Seis told Moon Dawg and I quote on Dominicans To Puerto Rocks and the Cuban straight off the boat It was a dream, the first Spanish All-Star team Thе Caribbean Connection arrived on thе scene The knuckle bee raptors, critics in the studio tracked us This is Full-A-Clips first chapter then after the fact Fat Joe came and snatched us, gassed us Made us split up, took our masters Guess it was the fastest route, just ask the crowd Before Pun, Joe was on his way out And here we come about, fresh blood block niggas That don't know the industry but know them Glock triggers Know how to clock figures and blow up the spot bigger He figured we was dumb, treatin' us like chopped liver Plottin' with our careers, I ain't knockin' 'em I was sincere, I was rockin' with 'em for years Through the blood, sweat and tears, it's weird 'Cause it appears so strange and yet so clear On a sixty-inch screen, yeah, I seen the whole scheme from close range It came into play, when Pun died, it all changed But love changes and life changes and best friends become strangers [Chorus: Rell] In the water with sharks, you don't get no slack And you kept wonderin' who got your back And you can't worry about no game Stack your money and spit your game In the water with sharks, you don't get no slack So you kept wonderin' who got your back Just keep that pistol gripped, pumped for the lames Stack your money and spit your game [Verse 2: Rell & Cuban Link] To the unknown first and top ten for believing it could work Rockin' DC, show me my worth Got me with Lord Finesse and that was the birth Of a hip-hop, R&B style that couldn't even be traced to restyle Couldn't be tamed, it was born to be wild Born to reframe from all you lame guys Next stop Lord Finesse and meet my fam Now D.I.T.C., they all my fam, big ups to Showbiz and A.G Old C, Buckwild and Diamond D, rest in peace, Big L and Big P Punisher for eternity, me and my brother Cuban Links was young And seeing Pun smoked out and dumb and rolled a joint Called taste you sweat, make you wet And love for free got me so much sex I know signin' with them Roc-A-Fellas Made a whole lot of you-quicks jealous Like, I knew the fans would be overwhelmed And buy everything that we try to sell, oh well Lord Finesse called Dr. Dre and Dr. Dre said he liked the way That the kid sound so he put me down On the Chronic two-thou' with Mary J And the message is to let you know That it's still all real with me and the Cuban four (No doubt) Rell keep it gangsta and the debonair from the south Watch your mouth (Watch your motherfuckin' mouth) Before you get knocked out (That's right, nigga) Knocked the fuck out [Chorus: Rell] In the water with sharks, you don't get no slack And you kept wonderin' who got your back And you can't worry about no game Stack your money and spit your game In the water with sharks, you don't get no slack So you kept wonderin' who got your back Just keep that pistol gripped, pumped for the lames Stack your money and spit your game [Outro: Cuban Link & Rell] It's that boy Rell Yours truly, Cuban Link This is for my gangstas, gangstas This is for my thugs, thugs This is for my hustlers, hustlers For my niggas locked up This is for my gangstas, gangstas This is for my thugs, thugs This is for my hustlers, hustlers For my niggas showin' me love, put 'em up Yeah, BX, ha ha, ha ha Rell, you killed this motherfucker This shit shouldn't be a mixtape song This some motherfuckin' real shit Bass, yeah, that far back enough? Took it far back, huh?