What U Got (The Demo)

Lyrics

[DIALOGUE] TRU: Yo, didn't Kane use that? TARIQ: Yeah, but he didn't flip it like this though! TRU: Yo, you know what you got to do, though? You got to set this motherfuckin track on fire, though, man! TARIQ: No doubt, man, this is me, I'm sayin! TRU: Aight! TARIQ: You know? TRU: Yo, so yo yo yo, let me— Let me feel this shit, and see what you gon' do with it TARIQ: Oh! Aight, yo, bust it. Ayo! I'ma freak it like, yaknahmsayin? Kinda like how he started it, but bust it, yo, bust it! TRU: Aight! [Verse 1: Breeze/Tariq] Ruff, rugged, and real, you love it, or feel The shove of the steel in your ass, then at last Respect for certain, your neck was certain From the mic movements, shit aroused They be like, "You got a groovin hittin sound" Casey Kasem, callin a truce, but fuck that You crazy? Blaze him, slaughterin you with love taps Well no prob the flow robbed you and your world Like when your girl's just my pal, bust my style On my grill, sportin the illest bizarre smirk I gave your girl some Chloraseptic, cause yo, she's a hard worker You scarred her, but you ain't tryin to tangle with the force of Yellin, "Yo, fuck you lookin at?" You're frontin like you crosseyed Of course, why? You like breathin, with aggression I strike, leavin this a question, in a session Comparison B, you're through, the ratio for workin shit Embarassing, me to you, fellatio to jerkin it [DIALOGUE] TARIQ: No doubt, like that, you know?! TRU: Yeah, yeah! TARIQ: Then I'ma freak it, I'ma have this, yo— I'ma have this girl singin: "You wanna be startin..." TRU: Word?! TARIQ: Like that joint, y'know, Michael, word? TRU: Yeah! TARIQ: Yo, she— She look like Mary with big titties! TRU: Mmm, dang! TARIQ: That's my word yo TRU: Yo, Big, that's what I'm sayin! TARIQ: So yo, you feelin this joint? TRU: Yeah I'm feelin this shit! TARIQ: You don't sound enthused, yo, what's the deal? TRU: Yo yo, no, I'm feelin this shit, man! TARIQ: Wassup? Lace your man! Lemme just hear how your joint sound TRU: Yo, you know I don't do that shit no more, son TARIQ: C'mon son, this is me, your man TRU: Yeah, alright, aight, fuck it! For you, I'ma do it TARIQ: Aight, no doubt TRU: Knahmsayin? Start up a little something, like TARIQ: Yeah [Verse 2: Sha/Tru (Breeze/Tariq)] I have sound waves hat'll touch you in many places While I raze your faces, even number traces in some places Above Jordan, the list of the twisted My mind's enlisted, I guess that's why I'm sadistic 'Cause you don't know the shit you been startin My heart done hardened, ready to put the world On a milk carton, fuck it, no one else deserve to live I done gave all I got to give and still ain't got shit (What?!) So who mad? You grab and ransom And I'ma pierce his soul and touch the heart of his grandson (Oh shit!)Cause my lyrics are like being food poisoning Injected through the ear, fuck what you heard This is what you need to hear [DIALOGUE] TRU: KnahwhatI'msayin? A little somethin like that TARIQ: What?! TRU: Hahahahaha Yo. you still got it, old-timer! TRU: Yo, good lookin, good lookin new-school! TARIQ: Lil' rusty, but you got it! Word, no doubt TRU: Yeahhh! TARIQ: Yo, ayo, son! Yo, 'po-nine! TRU: Dang, damn TARIQ: Yo, son, behind you, yo, slow down, son! Slow down, son!