The Throwaway [The Lost Scrolls Mix]

Lyrics

[Intro: Illa J and (Frank Nitt)] Feature presentation... Yancey Boys (Boiiis) "Right by da beach!" ("Bombaclot!" "Oui!") [Verse 1: Illa J] Uh! You think you know me but you don't know me You never knew me, yeah, you'll never know me Stay out of my business, homie And I'm not buying no more of your baloney You phonies think you the homie? Well gimme my cheese back, you rats 'Cause you can't do nothing to me, yeah, back to back situations While we sit here blazing back to back blunts While I sip on the half and half lemonade Reminiscing about the past – remember thе Dillalade? First Dewitt, then Dilla, Illa J Hatеrs been afraid, 'cause I'm the new generation But they paying attention today Now we'll be conversation, mention the name – Illa J, that's my name And Yancey Boys is my team And J Dilla's my brother and that's the reason I'm famous For all the progress I'm making For all the money I'm stacking For all the blunts that I'm wrapping The drums are forever slipping [Chorus: Illa J and Frank Nitt] Here they come, y'all – here they come You can run away So mad I should hit you with the throwaway But I'ma keep it hidden like a stowaway But if you want this, then you gotta pay Aye! Here they come, y'all – here they come Here they come, y'all – here they come Here they come, y'all – here they come [Verse 2: Frank Nitt] Hey niggas, you can hate me from afar Cuz the name is Frank Nitty and I care not who you are I'm a motherfuckerin star, reason I'm shining in the night Stay yo' ass at ground level, you can watch me take a flight And you can watch the shuttle disappear And where you're tryna go, my nigga, I'm already there So happy I arrived, for you it's a No Fly Zone A million flight miles, believe me, they punch the time code Passport's stamped up, niggas F'ed up And slam dance to the funk and get drunk And I'm not buying, that's an average Tuesday When they hear we coming they collectively lose they (shittt) And I am the beacon for what you came for I light up the path, I am the damn torch So you could do it right or get burned That's what happens when you play, when will you learn? Ya heard?! [Chorus: Illa J and Frank Nitt] Here they come, y'all – here they come You can run away So mad I should hit you with the throwaway But I'ma keep it hidden like a stowaway But if you want this, then you gotta pay Aye! Here they come, y'all – here they come Here they come, y'all – here they come Here they come, y'all – here they come