Shut Da Fuck Up

Lyrics

You need to sh-shut the fuck up.. {*scratching in background "Shut da fuck up"*} Wha wha - Yea, yea What, what - Beatminerz baby Jean Grae, A.B. emcee, stay out Yea take that, shut da fuck up Know what I'm talkin about [Verse 1: Apani B. Fly] I design This rhyme in my shrine where miracles happen, scheme World domination, snatch Queens, next Manhattan So hold the Latin Quarter, behold the prophecy. I'm levi- -tating on water, demonstrating something properly The A to the B, there can only be one Freeze time through the needle when my vinyl gets spun Get respect 'cause I earn it, first time learn it, with the keys Sissies, flip the file, reverse and invert it, spray And burn it like I'm holding aerosol to a brick wall Tag my name indelibly so my legend won't fall. Apani Y'all, yes, yes, the rest are powerless to assass- -inate the queen, I'll strike and shut 'em down like gravity [Verse 2: What? What? (AKA Jean Grae)] Who stays spitting Flows that get underground groupies and cats pissed? Jean Blacklisted from shows, the rap antagonist. I roll With ladies with brains twisted and talking loud as shit Liquor-ridden, fire-spitting women who'll knuckle your bitch You troubling whips, niggas rent, can't afford a six, crash And when the cops come, you'll find me hurling a fifth. We got No dough, frozen wrists, or Cris'. Guns'll bust when wind blows My fist could knock holes though, nigga Witty as shit, gritty as hell, pretty as fuck Dirty as motherfuckers who actually fuck their mothers—what?!? If you don't like it, then don't listen but don't talk I'll run up in your prom with cans of blood on the catwalk. I ain't playing Have you standing there bloody, dripping. They're laughing 'Cause it's all your fault. Shut the fuck up! [Bridge: Samples with Scratches by DJ Evil Dee] "So you wanna see how good you are?" "It'll just take me to show ya" [Hook: Apani B. Fly, What? What? (AKA Jean Grae), and Sample with Scratches by DJ Evil Dee] [Apani B. Fly and (Sample with Scratches by DJ Evil Dee)] Now all you niggas wanna Talk about ("Shut da fuck up!") stank-hoopy bitches and your Bank accounts ("Shut da fuck up!"), a bunch of shit nobody Care about ("Shut da fuck up!"), you silly chickens love to Run your mouth ("Shut da fuck up!"). Yo, shut da fuck up! [What? What? and (Sample with Scratches by DJ Evil Dee)] Now what these bitches wanna Talk about? ("Shut da fuck up!") These strippers turned to rappers Coming out ("Shut da fuck up!"). Who write your shit? You say It's you, I doubt ("Shut da fuck up!"). You silly niggas love To run your mouth ("Shut da fuck up!"). Yo, shut da fuck up! [Verse 3: Apani B. Fly] This is Real-life rap these niggas not ready for, no posing And crap. Beg your pardon, por favor. Superior Orator cave jaws like Thor soon as I drop some thunder shit, greedy niggas want more Run the play-by-play, tackle cats like a fullback, it's a Dangerous game—come strong or get your skull cracked Black teeth, raise the thermostat, collapse rival formats Dodge traps like the clap, do it for all ghetto blacks Stand firm like I'm cemented, Jean Grae my comrade Enter the Dragon, we demented, sick, and highly complemented Slick with it, star figures, acid-laced hallucigenics We fire-spitting bitches, disregard the bullshittings [Verse 4: What? What? (AKA Jean Grae)] You niggas stay Running your mouth, teeth with shit dripping off Bottomed-out, permanent south, some bitter cats, so fuck y'all We hot on wax, we hot on stage My tongue's a twelve-gauge, lips uzis, spray the page. Y'all some Click-n'-drag niggas, chatroom with fag niggas Backpack and bag niggas, play body and tag niggas. We rap's Best when we step in the ring—get knocked before The first bell—hell with the clock. We dirty, biatch! (We drunk) Apani tree'd up, chilling and speed G up Y'all industry skeed niggas snorting the whole ki up And still won't sign us, they rhyme but minus the clothes Please, y'all just the Johns for these hoes, so shut da fuck up! [Hook: Apani B. Fly, What? What? (AKA Jean Grae), and Sample with Scratches by DJ Evil Dee] (x2) [Apani B. Fly and (Sample with Scratches by DJ Evil Dee)] Now all you niggas wanna Talk about ("Shut da fuck up!") stank-hoopy bitches and your Bank accounts ("Shut da fuck up!"), a bunch of shit nobody Care about ("Shut da fuck up!"), you silly chickens love to Run your mouth ("Shut da fuck up!"). Yo, shut da fuck up! [What? What? and (Sample with Scratches by DJ Evil Dee)] Now what these bitches wanna Talk about? ("Shut da fuck up!") These strippers turned to rappers Coming out ("Shut da fuck up!"). Who write your shit? You say It's you, I doubt ("Shut da fuck up!"). You silly niggas love To run your mouth ("Shut da fuck up!"). Yo, shut da fuck up!