[Intro: Armel] Keep it grungy, B.K.
[Armel] When it come to gettin' dough, is a question of how low And what extent would you go, to get this CREAM Would you, scheme on a nigga, feeding you, cuz he's excedin' you Throwin' shit in the game, cuz you can't maintain I'm in a click, and what's worse, the last to get a deal But the blow, I'll be the first, so you, can just imagine All the shit I go through, lies and backstabbers When I got dough, a brother broke bread then bend So if a nigga messed up what I gave, that's them I roll with two way bitches who cook, exotic dishes Soufle, parle, it's like Jesus' birthday The list'll get to long to mention on a song So I, remain a friend, so I can hit it again Niggas girls be wantin' to mash when I tell 'em they get mad at me I thought you was G.O.D., but the truth shall set you free And M.C.'s, I'm not for dolo, just right now, you hear me solo So, when we at a club, I'm quick to spin If my niggas don't got it, I'm quick to lend See I've always been a class type, I'm mad right Stay gully, two way pager and a celly No car, bitches is funny, I got a lot of gas money I'm it...
[Chorus 2X: Armel] I'm it, ya'll niggas need to quit it My whole, click, ain't on no industry shit So to you chicks, big boned, pockin' legit On whip, you know my niggas is wit it
[Armel] I wrote this to rock a show, take that dough I quote this, to bag your hoe, ask your hoe If money rotate, fast or slow Snug be at the finish line, why you still on go? They don't know why these featherweights playa hate Trynna be a heavyweight, take a brake Take my tape, go home and medidate Don't hesitate to come and see me at a later date Oh, my mistake, I'm obligate to be somewhere out of state I'm it, you late, it's not hard to rotate What we create, to demonstrate, to get a full plate Prophets, we make, if you fake, we take Shit to another degree, but personally My whole faculty, bustin' with no discussion Rushin', makin' M.C.'s just wanna quit Admit, your time's up, can't hide behind a buck Plus the streets is talkin', and they say you suck
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[Armel] And what? For a buck, you willin' to press your luck? I know some ancient cats, to leave ya ass stuck So what, you meanin' to tell me, you givin' it all up? Bullets pluck you in the eye, duck before you die Think before you lie, women'll transform you More than meets the eye, industry chicks, you soviet spies Labels are like weed, try before you buy You could get self, four June's, four July's Live in section eight, but front in high rides Those the type of people we mostly dispise So if you see me and I don't speak, nigga, walk by
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