Fed Up (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Everlast] Yeah, haha You know what time it is House of Pain, Killa Rhyme Klik up in this piece Scheme Team, Ill Kid, Gifted Unlimited, Everlast What's up, haha You know that's your cue baby What time is it? Haha [Verse 1: Everlast] I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps But they're all playing roles just like Omar Epps I see so many players, I wonder where the coach is My name's Everlast, I'm hard to kill like roaches The dough that you're making got you fronting and faking Your heart's been shook, your brains cooked like bacon Can't believe you're not butter you thought you was on it Out trying to flaunt it but its just Blue Bonnet And now it's my turn kid watch me churn There's only so many spots they're Hard To Earn [Verse 2: Guru] Pack it up pack it in So let me begin Don't make me have to smack your dumb ass into a head spin You're left in suspense from the aura of my presence Trying to get props under false pretence You wanna say something but you're not sure If I'm a dis ya cause you're not pure Like the cheap version that gets cut with baking soda If you had game you still couldn't get over I know your crews gotta be crazy weak Cause I can judge them by the company they keep Way deep is how I get into this rap thing While you're napping I got your chicks titties flapping She's asking for me to hit her off lovely I'mma slay all you punks like as if I was Bugsy [Verse 3: Everlast] When you sell out to appeal to the masses You have to go back and enroll in some classes All you curve pieces start shaking your asses All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it Back in '89 I dropped too much acid Rock from Lake Havasu out to Lake Placid While you busy ragging on the people you blasted I'm asking how many days have you fasted [Chorus: Everlast] Get up, I'll break ya down a little something I'm fed up, it's time to go headhunting Dead up, too many crews be fronting I'm fed up, it's time to go head hunting Get up I'll break ya down a little something I'm fed up it's time to go headhunting Dead up, too many crews be fronting I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting [Verse 4: Guru] Hey, what's that sound, don't turn around To your back I got the grey ground Hard for you chumps that act odd The ones faking jacks packing guns acting hard But let's suppose you really had a burner You would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer Fuck a murder, I'm a just kill your ego 'Cause we know that you ain't really got no people Murdering a prop my man this my homie that You need to get the fuck out my face, 'cause you don't know me jack [Verse 5: Everlast] Eeny meeny miny moe I put seeds in your mental and I watch 'em grow Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the show Cause I know and you this is how we go As-salamu alaykum to the Muslim Shalom to the Hebrew Geed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math These seven deadly sins represent my jinn You scheming on testing me kid, where you been? I been told all my life I'm my only friend There's a killer on the road money it's the end And you might think that I'm a dummy But while you're out at the spot, I'm home chilling with your honey [Verse 6: Guru, Everlast] I kicks flavor, like Stephen King I write the horror If you wanna see tomorrow when I lead, you're best to follow Or you'll be left along the road in the dust And me and you won't have too much to discuss Trust me, I be the gifted unlimited Too many of these rappers blowing up because of gimmicks, kid You ain't did the bid, you ain't never pulled the trigger You battle me I make you stagger more than liquor I get raw, I'm quickdraw, the outlaw, I dealt y'all Ready to fuck with me so boy you better stop Cause I'm a beat your ass like your pops Get the real estate money and then the props [Chorus: Everlast, Cockni O'Dire] A-get up, I'll break ya down a lil' somethin (I get violent!) I'm fed up, it's time to go headhuntin (and start whylin) Dead up, too many crews be frontin (So keep silent) I'm fed up, it's time to go headhuntin (I'm not jokin!) Get up, I'll break ya down a lil' somethin (It's not what I'm smokin) I'm fed up, it's time to go headhuntin (Don'tcha make me choke dem) Dead up, too many crews be frontin (You'll get yo' egg broken) I'm fed up, it's time to go headhuntin ('Cos you provokin') I'mma singsay! [Outro: Cockni O'Dire] If any manna fake moves fuh dey ma of this ditch Dem bwoy get anyone rich Fuh dey men'a fake jock you be fuckin dem claarts Pick up a buckle and you be fuckin dem claarts Anyone claart, you be fuckin dem claarts...