Something 4 Dat

Lyrics

[Verse 1: B. Lee] Feel like a caged beast Only one thing on my mind These lame rappers look tasty And god dammit it's feeding time JL he done let out Fueled the fire to my rage and now I'm ready, ready, ready Gimme that mic, show me that stage and I'm gon' go, go Take cover cause the booth's 'bout to explode Ain't nobody tell you that my pen write gold? So gimme that damn respect that I'm owed I'm a show you how to get up on and flip that quick Sick with the tongue when I spit that shit Tryna act like you ain't know that I was gifted Like [?] get on there and rip that shit It's nothin', to prove somethin' To the suckas out there that doubt me Excuse my arrogant demeanor Gotta calm down that shit attitude about me Where she been what they askin' But I fell off well I'm back And I got a bitch that stay mad Cause I'm pickin up where they slackin' No longer mental prison Yes from these ashes I've risen I spread my wings and envision Me devourin' all you bitches If I wanted 'em to get it no sweat at all Savage in my blood, so sweat you know I'm a give a hater nothin' less than my all And there's no damn way I fall, B [Chorus: JL] I'm a beast out the cage, so get outta my way Ya'll created a monster, now you gotta pay Killin' you niggas now what you gotta say? If you didn't know well you gon' learn today I got something for that (ass) I got something for that (ass) I got something for that (ass) I got something for that (ass) I got something for that (ass) I got something for that (ass) I got something for that (ass) I got something for that (ass) [Verse 2: JL] It's alive motherfucka Look alive, I've arrived And it may come as a surprise To some of this enterprise But on the rise You might wanna get your front row ticket To see this murderous shit, exquisite Tempted for sickness I got my shit out on the street Like I got evicted, it's heat So they got addicted, compete with me Not a lick-lick with flow when I rhyme Steel toe how I kick it Go get this dough I'm inclined Will show you this difference Get busy showin' behind In other words showin' my anus Changes made a nigga that mo' dangerous I can spit a whole verse in a different language Ya'll don't get me, I'm a move, I'm a get famous Overseas, shit please, can't hang with us In the middle of the road, no lane I'm a just run this highway through my shit my way Gon' see me with the A-listers Big business This [?] Get with a script this vintage I feel privileged To be listed On anybody that's [unknown] even if it is just Some little kid Chris, in Wisconsin Who goes Tech, Eminem, Little Chris, Rittz JL, Hell yeah I'm a give em hell Till they know my name well Flashy when I get up on this mic, nigga You lookin' for dope then you found the right nigga Try to play me, fuck up your life nigga I'm a loner for real cause I don't like niggas But I might be the type [?] never heard of Might be the light skinned skinny Biggie before murdered Right, and without no hype, surrounded what I do sure enough Let me learn ya, a monstrous witness now mommy turn up [Chorus: JL] I'm a beast out the cage, so get outta my way Ya'll created a monster, now you gotta pay Killin' you niggas now what you gotta say? If you didn't know well you gon' learn today I got something for that (ass) I got something for that (ass) I got something for that (ass) I got something for that (ass) I got something for that (ass) I got something for that (ass) I got something for that (ass) I got something for that (ass)