Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Rated R & EZ Mac] I'm blowin' up like you thought I would As we keep it movin' (Who gon' stop us? Not a goddamn one of you) How High: The Mixtape, The Ill Spoken Potent Product shit, Rated R and Diggz shit Can't forget the whole Pittsburgh, the whole Jersey, T-Dot 'Bout to hit this right quick (Don't wreck the spot) Yo, bump that shit, homie Ayo, Beedie, why don't we just get on this right quick? (Yes sir) Can't forget the fire man They ain't know, Ill Spoken, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Can't forget the whole East End Empire Yeah Big Will [Bridge: EZ Mac] Ayo (Let's get it) Somebody wave ya hands We rap while the DJ play the jams (That's right) They ain't tellin' me I ain't the man So keep 'em up 'til they feel like they was made of sa— (Uh) Ayo (Let's get it) Somebody wave ya hands We rap while the DJ play the j— (Uh) Ayo (Let's get it) Somebody wave ya hands We rap while the DJ play the jams (Uh) [Verse 1: EZ Mac] Ayo (Let's get it) Somebody wave ya hands We rap while the DJ play the jams (That's right) They ain't tellin' me I ain't the man So keep 'em up 'til they feel like they was made of sand I'm too sick with music, I ruin the 'musement (Yep) 'Cause cats after me, well, they tend to get booed quick (Aww) Like, "Who's this way under the age?" I'm like, "Ha!", and light a blunt on the stage, yeah 'Cause me and Beedie get you out your seat I pound the beat, wake you up out your sleep (Oh!) When I'm back, I got mounds of weed Blowin' trees 'til the whole entire crowd gets skeed, yeah I'm happily hittin' you with rhapsody These sick words got my mouth filled with cavities That's right, you a star, I'm a galaxy In the sky, while you sittin' on your balcony [Chorus: Beedie] 'Cause I ain't tryna let it pass me by I'm tryna get up on my grind so my ass be fly It's like, everywhere I go, they wanna ask me why Yeah, yeah 'Cause I ain't tryna let it pass me by I'm tryna get up on my grind so my ass be fly (Ayo, EZ Mac, ask him to leave, ugh) It's like, everywhere I go, they wanna ask me why (Stand the fuck up, son) [Verse 2: Beedie] Yeah, uh, yeah, don't gotta ask me twice Second they hear me spit, they say, "That cat be nice" (Uh-huh) Them bastard's like, "They hype but you can't be white" (Nah) Listen, I ain't got time for your bad advice I mastered mics, it's worth if you ask the price I got it cheap, don't sleep on me, that's your life (Yeah) I go hard, well known, every part of the city You ain't heard about us now, well, you oughta get with me (C'mon) 'Cause we takin' over, float coke with bakin' soda My money stink good, so smell the cake aroma The wait is over, the time has come You won't max half my sum once I've begun Young, I get money (Get money) Spend hunnids, get blunted That's when I got shit if y'all want it (Y'all want it) For hip-hop, you can holla at us (Uh-huh) And if you front, then I'm callin' ya bluff Put a [?] [Interlude: EZ Mac & Beedie] Yeah (Motherfuckers), yeah, Ill Spoken That's right, Beedie (Haha) Yessir (Not a goddamn one of you lames comin' in my way) (Ayo, what up, Mac?) [Verse 3: EZ Mac & Beedie] So, so what you know about me? Ill Spoken hard, and these other cats lousy Ugh, we lightin' L's 'til the sky's gettin' cloudy Blowin' out ya speakers 'til the crowd gettin' rowdy (Yo) Ayo, Beedie, let me launch this rap Kick it old school how we toss it forth and back You sittin' sideways, kinda how I sport my cap Gettin' skeed off of trees, I just bought this sack (Haha, yo) I'm tryna get a, get a Porsche in black with black rims (Yup) Black T-shirt and black Timbs And that's been the way we puttin' it down Keepin' my pivot real strong with my foot in the ground, yeah I'm sick-sick-sicker than you bitches Tryna get rich quick, pickin' up my digits And yeah, I'm with it, I'm about my cake So when I blow I'ma drown these fakes [Chorus: Beedie] 'Cause I ain't tryna let it pass me by I'm tryna get up on my grind so my ass be fly It's like, everywhere I go, they wanna ask me why Yeah, yeah 'Cause I ain't tryna let it pass me by I'm tryna get up on my grind so my ass be fly It's like, everywhere I go, they wanna ask me why [Outro: Beedie & DJ Rated R] Yeah The Ill Spoken, motherfuckers, 2008 How sick am I? How sick am I? Yeah Can't forget Lip The Kid, y'all already know how we does it Potent Product shit, Ill Spoken shit, uh