What U in It 4

Lyrics

[Intro: MED] Yeah, the almighty, yeah Turn that shit up, come on turn it up DJs, burn that shit up, the long one to flesh MED, moves turn to dollars, back at it Check it out, bring it [Verse I: MED] I snatch the game by the throat where the money grip Spirit of a pimp, slap the trick, where the cash at, fuck it and don't kiss I talk without assist with a gift to lift the audience Spit till the quadrant is empty out to prove dominant All of it is supposed to go down in sound You're rocking with best in town from the ground Enough you rush from out of bounds, Cali rock veteran Living legend, future, past, and present in the essence, we smoke till the resin The lesson for the day I, Medaphoar, came number one When you was doing your thing, my job was already done When it comes to the drums, I instrument words and finish getting funds when I get served after killing you Loose lip talking too much off that ass you're talking through Residue pays due, long overdue, here's what you should've knew Homie, we another from you, smother confidence now when you loose [Chorus: MED & Baby Sagg] Tell 'em what you're in it for Beats and the rhymes, the streets and the grim, I hustle for mine Nigga, what you in it for The love of the grands, groupies and fans, all my homies to pass Speak on what you're in it for These haters should die as bad as I can finish through cowards We get live y'all, turn it up Get high, burn it up Act live, serve 'em up All hands, get 'em up [Verse II: MED] You get in with the wrong nigga Blunt split, hard it, cognac sipper, strip tipper Hot rocks spitta, invincibility figure, short temper Block menaces since they hit up we trip 'em Cash and the liquor up, slumped up in the back of the pickup It's us, vernacular half tarantulas, snatching attention from your women Why you mad at us, don't trip we pack heart While you keep talking your mouth off, spark a blunt, assault of a thought You should've started where you walking, it's dark Verbal murder, words written in white chalk Only time I fuck with marks is overseas, have you thought I got your knees shattered like sledgehammers, then sent you for a walk Don't matter when grammar, while I square like a clean of batter Flow pattern keep talented styles balanced, when you speak It's fake, I know you from being sweet as a peach It's all grown natural, tighter than slave shackles who taste gravel Better make some, or we'll get that ass handled [Chorus: MED & Baby Sagg] Tell 'em what you're in it for Beats and the rhymes, the streets and the grim, I hustle for mine Nigga, what you in it for The love of the grands, groupies and fans, all my homies to pass Speak on what you're in it for These haters should die as bad as I can finish through cowards We get live y'all, turn it up Get high, burn it up Act live, serve 'em up All hands, get 'em up