Nate G - Rappertag #04 | Season 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah. Nate G. Shoutout 360. Shoutout JK-47. Shoutout Jay Orient. This that Rapper Tag. Let's get it, yeah [Verse] You know we're shakin' up This bitch like hittin' turbulence, steady servin' 'em Run circles round the mix, heat the game up until it's burning shit We working here, and I'm certain that this the one We been shining, open your curtains, skin burn when it see the son I be just merking this shit for fun, been there and done that They rushing around last-minute; I'm pulling up at the front, lad Looking at me like "what's that?" Lil brother on his pimp shit Fuckin' thе game up, must of forgot that he still existin', wе lifted See, now they tryna get prescripted They see what I'm on, shit, I can't do nothing but bless 'em with this They drifting right off the course, dog sitting by the door And he ready for any chump that try pinching one from the boy Picked this right off the floor, stay stocking up the store Got what you need, I give it to ya, don't try hustle me for more Bring out the mob, if you ain't boostin' with us then you lost I'm furious with this shit, might fuck around and hit the NOS like We kickin' off, no chip and chase, I'm holdin' the sauce These motherfuckers try get a taste, bruz, add up the score We ain't tryna come second place, fuckin' had it with all of you chumps Nate G. gonna set it straight, bitch, so run it now You better buckle down, I rock up unannounced And have 'em all sookin' because I told them, bitch, "I'll hunt 'em down" These fuckin' clowns don't get it, see, this my kitchen And I'm cookin' up until a brother make that bread And if I burn the cunt then I'll make that again Just bring your heat to the stand and then we gon' see just what it makes out of ten Write the bars then smack your face with the pen Grab the mic and proceed to raise up the temp while they stay faded on the fence, shit Pay the rent, bitch, and mind your own business Fuck with mines, are you kiddin'? We ain't got time for this shit Rapper Tag, I just put mine in the mix These motherfuckers thought I couldn't keep the flame up with my pile of sticks, bless 'em [Outro] ECB; Wombat, you're up next