Lyrics

[M-Child] Yo, I'm gonna slow it down to you non-rapping-ass niggas who always got Something to say about a motherfucker trying to come up Always putting in they motherfucking two cents and shit Man, shut the fuck up, aiight? Damn.. [M-Child] [Chorus x2] My shit be deep, so deep that you feel, what I feel My pen is my skill, the words I speak; that shit be real I'm blessed with the things I possess, but niggas test I'm on a quest, so I let my lyrics speak for itself [M-Child] What makes a nigga wanna dis me, fuck 'em, burn in hell 'cause dissing me and my niggas ain't gonna make your tape sell Local-lyric bringer; On my level, you'll never be Soft as a baby's ass, you talking 'bout hurting me I've been through it all, from piss to play to have a nice day Won't hesitate to run you over, splat you out like some clay There's always gotta be something, a mad rapper on my dick I ain't gon' let that shit sweat me because I'm trying to get rich Other things I must do, making my niggas raise the roof Keep with you; mind, body, and soul, be bullet-proof Keep a pen and some notebook paper, to make my paper Make my family proud, so hater, I'll catch you later I got my shit tight, you don't believe me, come and see You can learn a lot from a dummy that's from O.M.P My poetry be so hard, you can't take it from me My poetry be so real, you can't bring it like me [Chorus x2] [M-Child] My organization ain't got no fucking time to fuck off Like Y2K, if you play, we gon' cut your lights off Now wave goodbye, no freedom; chain 'em up and sit still I have your fucking mind-blown, like an ecstasy pill Affiliated with hate, slummed off drinking Nyquil Ain't no niggas spookin' me, check yourself if you're real Bottom-line, I got in this game to sit back and chill Time to make it subway, I wanna count some big bills I wanna live a good life, forever happy; doing right But there's always a nigga that's gon' confront you with a fight I ain't fucked up about it, I just never understood What be a nigga problem, how come it be all good? The level-minded, just give me my ice cream and my cake I'll celebrate for every precious moment that I didn't waste Killing with faith; got me rushing motherfuckers off-guard Hand on my own, regardless of the shit that you start [Chorus]