Put It on the Line

Lyrics

[Intro: Percee P & samples] "Listen" "Stay focused" Yeah, Percee P "Coming nigga" "Keep running" Madlib "Stay on the ground" "Stay on it tight" Uh From the B-X to the O-X "Pain" "It's a cold world" "I kick raps that change ya whole mood And somehow, stick to ya ribs like soul food" "I see right through them traps, these niggas run they yaps" "I'll catch you niggas open with ya mouth shut" [Verse 1] I'm a sweet lover, but don't sleep, brother Wanna creep, motherfuckers take deep cover, with each other I bury men, my flow have to vary, with vocabulary, so no adversary win Phill's telling me, for real fellas be still jel' of me Cuties making booty calls like Bill Bellamy Hoes are hot, foes are shut down by the flows I got Clubs close a lot, 'cause I blows the spot Fucking threat, you heard nothing yet No need for bucking TECs For rappers to duck and fret, or up and jet Bustas and marks, the first to die When I spark the verse part That hurts to those that start With Percee P, he be burning dicks like VD Only when you could see these on TV Legs'll spread, like newly weds in sheds Are deads for [?] puttin' heads to beds, then fled from feds Your hoe ass got a vendetta, 'cause I always been better A trendsetter, fans send letters to me, instead of yo ass [Interlude: Samples] "Everything [?]" "[?]" "Take-take, take-take-take" "Take my advice, quit while you're ahead" "The freshest on the map servin' raps with all the fixin's" "With ability" "Pure" "Beyond what the eye can see" "Remember me, I tried to warn you before it happened A lot of niggas die over rapping" [Verse 2] In the industry, some mimick me And my image be my chemistry to flow infinitely With no limit, G, I'm gimmick free Shed the knowledge, the mental dead'll frolic So was said in college The metabolic We search for bodies [?] garlic Some say Pers'll rhyme and may burst ya ego One hit, they hit ya way worser, than Ray Mercer I'm dusting, niggas urgently need emergency surgery There'll be word I leave third degree burns, from combustion Leave eyes black, god smack Your thigh smacked from wise cracks Brutalise cats, those who reply back, die jacked I'm like a widescreen, showing drama, word to momma When the rhymer pulls more trauma than a homicide scene Who could diss Only a few could risk careers doing this Still that numerous, may have not burnt to a crisp See P's handsome, ladies get tantrums, known like the anthem Wanted for ransom, that's when I'm banned from TV [Outro: Samples] "Stay rich and reminisce, right" "No doubt" "Talked about, now I rock the house" "In the house" "Or call a jam out Or get ya [?]" "C'mon!" "This is the way" "Whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop" "andele"