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Stay In Yo Lane

Album cover art for "Stay In Yo Lane" by Lyte & Ant G & Anybody Killa & Bam Beda & Big Hoodoo & Bukshot & DJ Clay & Frank Nitty (PJB) & Kung Fu Vampire

Lyte & Ant G & Anybody Killa & Bam Beda & Big Hoodoo & Bukshot & DJ Clay & Frank Nitty (PJB) & Kung Fu Vampire - Rap, Underground Rap

Stay In Yo Lane

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March 11, 2022.

Lyrics

[Intro] Look! Let me tell you something one time! You motherfuckers think we just out here playing games? Fuck that shit! Like we just out here chasing fame? Fuck no! You think we do this shit for fun? Hell no! We really do this shit! We bleed for this shit! Uh huh. Blood and tears for this shit! Uh huh. Stay in yo lane! Stay in yo motherfuckin' lane! [Chorus: Ant G] Don't think you can make the moves or try to do what we do (Try to do what we do, yeah yeah) Cuz the level of the elevation where we'rе at, it's out of your view (Yeah yeah, it's out of your viеw) Y'all better stay in yo lane! Cuz when you at this altitude it's hard to reach, hard to breathe, hard to teach Y'all better stay in yo lane! And you ain't about that life or what it takes Fuck you fakes, pump your brakes, let the real ones through [Verse 1: Bukshot] I can hear the ooze, red coming out the background No matter what they say, I won't back down Now take this bag and run it, time on the block don't get refunded I'm in this game and the pain it brings is never overrated My name's at stake, make no mistake, never been so motivated To crush my rivals, pass the Bible, blow these pistols homie What? He don't want to come to this? Don't want to leave your family lonely It's what it is, stay in yo lane and mind your biz If you don't, I'll turn to an asshole so quick Give you problems that you don't want [Verse 2: Frank Nitty] Team fall down and I bounce back twice This crap a natural, I'm just rollin' the dice My life raising raps, I'm just holdin' the mic And I deal the underground 'cause I do what I like And I've been there, done that, I pushin' mad raw Call mad shots and I broke down laws And I kick down walls, overcame my flaws as I attack like Jaws And I'm good when it comes to the pressure (Pressure) I had to endure all the pain (Pain) It's good when you walk in the sunshine (Sunshine) But how do you do when it rains? I go to the level that none of y'all seen for the green Nod off lean and I'm servin' the fiends I'm a black Charlie Sheen, so stay in yo lane You can't fuck with my team, touchin' nuts is a dream Keep it clean! [Chorus: Ant G] Don't think you can make the moves or try to do what we do (Try to do what we do, yeah yeah) Cuz the level of the elevation where we're at, it's out of your view (Yeah yeah, it's out of your view) Y'all better stay in yo lane! Cuz when you at this altitude it's hard to reach, hard to breathe, hard to teach Y'all better stay in yo lane! And you ain't about that life or what it takes Fuck you fakes, pump your brakes, let the real ones through [Verse 3: Big Hoodoo] Since the beginning I never had limits, never been timid Always been solid, it ain't no gimmick I always been 'bout it, I flip in a minute On whoever doubted, my clip is extended Don't leave home without it, my aim is phenomenal Brain or abdominal? It ain't the grave better pray for the hospital You ain't in my lane, you ain't even an obstacle I am a vet, I am a threat They pray for my death but it ain't happen yet I don't play disrespect My gang just bang like they claiming the set It ain't no Blood and a Crip, it just thuggin' and drippin' You muggin' and trippin', I'm dumping the clip in No game when I'm flippin', my lane never slippin' My name ever mentioned, you coming up missin' [Verse 4: ABK] Comin' through like a four legged stallion Poundin', stay in yo lane, stop houndin' Sounding like you want to bring that smoke Hanging with the real 'cause we all too broke You a joke if you think that we ever gonna quit So hot with the rhymes all I got when I spit Ain't no way you can say I ain't got no heart O.G. on the block from the start (Bitch!) Makin' moves like a maniac psycho Keep puttin' haters in my face and I might go blaaoww! Tell me how you like me now 'Cause I always recognize a fake smile (Motherfucker) Been in the game long enough to know war Chief of the underground, say no more Watch us soar, straight hardcore Bullet to the brain, hung with a mic cord [Chorus: Ant G] Don't think you can make the moves or try to do what we do (Try to do what we do, yeah yeah) Cuz the level of the elevation where we're at, it's out of your view (Yeah yeah, it's out of your view) Y'all better stay in yo lane! Cuz when you at this altitude it's hard to reach, hard to breathe, hard to teach Y'all better stay in yo lane! And you ain't about that life or what it takes Fuck you fakes, pump your brakes, let the real ones through [Verse 5: DJ Clay] I got this flu 'cause I'm sick of these dick-riders Crossing lines 'cause you tryna be insiders But the fact is that the whole road's mine So I'm floatin' bitch with no brake lines I'm ashamed of what this game just became It's fuckin' lame but if I'm frank then all y'all stank Now we can fight 'cause what I'm sayin' (Bitch) Put one foot in one of my shoes (Uh) Put in dudes where I put in my dues (Uh) Couldn't see success right behind you (Uh) Now you left in the dark like a blind dude (Yeah) I'm rockin' with all of the best (Aye) Take a look at who's all on the track (Aye) All of these artists are blessed (Yup) Yeah, we call it the underground crash [Verse 6: Bam Beda] Bam Beda! Move bitch or I'm running you over Nigga stay in yo lane or pull off to the shoulder Sunday drivin' ass niggas get left with a odor When I slide roll by lettin' off the toaster (Do do do) Homicide gon' ride askin' who's the toter Ain't nobody here shit just a lot of motor (Yup) Then I go and get bliss, ain't allowed to be sober All I spit is real shit never battle a poser Punk fakin' ass niggas need to use your brakes (Skrrt) 'Fore I take some anger out and I use your face Boy, this a traphouse, you can't use the place (Naw) I ain't eye-ballin' shit, I'ma use the skates (Yup) I need every little bit when it come to this paper I need every little cent, even scraping the shake I need every little bitch as she come with that face I need every single hustle 'cause it come with the stakes [Chorus: Ant G] Don't think you can make the moves or try to do what we do (Try to do what we do, yeah yeah) Cuz the level of the elevation where we're at, it's out of your view (Yeah yeah, it's out of your view) Y'all better stay in yo lane! Cuz when you at this altitude it's hard to reach, hard to breathe, hard to teach Y'all better stay in yo lane! And you ain't about that life or what it takes Fuck you fakes, pump your brakes, let the real ones through [Verse 7: Lyte] You ain't in my lane, sorry bitch, you gotta deal with it Monstar eatin' good, motherfucker I'm the meal, dig it I feel gifted, real wicked, that's how we still kickin' Look at how the skill thickened, better just chill pimpin' Holler at my dogs like "Kill sick' 'em" (Hoo) And I body 'em all, yes I kill victims (Grr) And I give it to 'em raw, got an ill symptom (Agh) And I'm banging on your skull, I'ma drill wisdom, real system Listen, I ain't trippin', I got product to move (Hustle) Then I double the profit and then I pocket the loot (Ooh) 'Cause I'm in the Bahamas blowin' marijuana While you at the bottom, bitch I'm headin' right up outta your view And I gave you the map, you didn't route that right (Ouch) Ask him who the best is, they gon' shout back Lyte (Lizzle) So motherfuckers don't go thinkin' you can do what we do 'Cause the real reality is you ain't 'bout that life [Verse 8: Kung Fu Vampire] When a Monstar brings in the Kung Fu Vamp Y'all already know what it is, champ I am your favorite rapper, a sacred decapper I'll grapple your face with no anger Knowin' that I be dangerous, young legend with a vengeance Whole room freeze, cryogenics chamber When I'm makin' my entrance I aim with a sharp fang Undead redemption emphasis I am the emperor of this wicked shit So slept on 'cause I'm way up in the clouds In my own lane, 1986 DeLorean And if I'm ignorin' ya, valedictorian Gregorian Done chant through the auditorium, I'll burn your city, yeah Up in the driver's seat I'm spreading my seed Phenomenal energy, living legend of the century

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Credits

Writers
  • Lyte
  • Ant G
  • Anybody Killa
  • Bam Beda
  • Big Hoodoo
  • Bukshot
  • DJ Clay
  • Frank Nitty (PJB)
  • Kung Fu Vampire