Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste? You wanna taste?
Lyrical contents that can't be erased
Comin from a genius that can't be replaced
For Pete's sake
I came up rappin on top of the street breaks
B-Boy Records, they taught me to see snake
And what they really are, are cheapskates
To familiar
I get my money off the top
They be killin ya
Greedy executives dirty
I ain't feelin ya
Stayin strictly independent without a deal at all
Cause in the end I want to get it all
Record executives' money not legit at all
Straight trash not lit at all
Make me really want to get a job
We'll never let you take advantage, nah
Pause
We get it smokin like a pack a Pall Malls
Who really want that smoke?
Only you don't want that smoke
It's your call
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste? You wanna taste?
Hit you with the mean lyrical lean cuisine
Me and Liquid T together-the dream team
You don't hear me though
Let's get it crackin, here we go
I spit cracks, the other cats are not clever
Big facts
I'm not retiring, not ever
Sit back, I make you hotter than hot weather
Blow up the spot forever
Lyrically they wanna battle, whatever
Got tricks up my sleeve, they never know
Lyrics ricochet off the wall, they better go
Stick around, it's whatever though
Catch a heat rash or fever from the hellaflow
I let the metal blow, you better know
Sittin on a higher pedestal, better flow
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste? You wanna taste?
My minds on my money and my money's on my mind
Can't stop calculating, doin it all the time
Drop crazy math on each and every line
I'm gonna rhyme somethin catchy almost each and every time by design
It's not a lot of time
It's the million rappers comin out, so son you gotta shine
Homey, that's the bottom line
Gotta grind, cause a rapper out of sight is out of mind
We see it all the time
First a rapper on the climb, now his bank account decline
He was an artist that was signed
He was hangin out with Little Wayne, now Wayne is hard to find
The IRS on your behind
And you know they're going to check for every dime
Cause you know that tax evasion is a crime
We see it all the time
Watch the industry build him up; delete him in his prime
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste? You wanna taste?
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Liquid Terrain - Flava in Ya Face (feat. Krush Money) Lyrics
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Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste? You wanna taste?
Lyrical contents that can't be erased
Comin from a genius that can't be replaced
For Pete's sake
I came up rappin on top of the street breaks
B-Boy Records, they taught me to see snake
And what they really are, are cheapskates
To familiar
I get my money off the top
They be killin ya
Greedy executives dirty
I ain't feelin ya
Stayin strictly independent without a deal at all
Cause in the end I want to get it all
Record executives' money not legit at all
Straight trash not lit at all
Make me really want to get a job
We'll never let you take advantage, nah
Pause
We get it smokin like a pack a Pall Malls
Who really want that smoke?
Only you don't want that smoke
It's your call
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste? You wanna taste?
Hit you with the mean lyrical lean cuisine
Me and Liquid T together-the dream team
You don't hear me though
Let's get it crackin, here we go
I spit cracks, the other cats are not clever
Big facts
I'm not retiring, not ever
Sit back, I make you hotter than hot weather
Blow up the spot forever
Lyrically they wanna battle, whatever
Got tricks up my sleeve, they never know
Lyrics ricochet off the wall, they better go
Stick around, it's whatever though
Catch a heat rash or fever from the hellaflow
I let the metal blow, you better know
Sittin on a higher pedestal, better flow
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste? You wanna taste?
My minds on my money and my money's on my mind
Can't stop calculating, doin it all the time
Drop crazy math on each and every line
I'm gonna rhyme somethin catchy almost each and every time by design
It's not a lot of time
It's the million rappers comin out, so son you gotta shine
Homey, that's the bottom line
Gotta grind, cause a rapper out of sight is out of mind
We see it all the time
First a rapper on the climb, now his bank account decline
He was an artist that was signed
He was hangin out with Little Wayne, now Wayne is hard to find
The IRS on your behind
And you know they're going to check for every dime
Cause you know that tax evasion is a crime
We see it all the time
Watch the industry build him up; delete him in his prime
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste? You wanna taste?
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste? You wanna taste?
Lyrical contents that can't be erased
Comin from a genius that can't be replaced
For Pete's sake
I came up rappin on top of the street breaks
B-Boy Records, they taught me to see snake
And what they really are, are cheapskates
To familiar
I get my money off the top
They be killin ya
Greedy executives dirty
I ain't feelin ya
Stayin strictly independent without a deal at all
Cause in the end I want to get it all
Record executives' money not legit at all
Straight trash not lit at all
Make me really want to get a job
We'll never let you take advantage, nah
Pause
We get it smokin like a pack a Pall Malls
Who really want that smoke?
Only you don't want that smoke
It's your call
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste? You wanna taste?
Hit you with the mean lyrical lean cuisine
Me and Liquid T together-the dream team
You don't hear me though
Let's get it crackin, here we go
I spit cracks, the other cats are not clever
Big facts
I'm not retiring, not ever
Sit back, I make you hotter than hot weather
Blow up the spot forever
Lyrically they wanna battle, whatever
Got tricks up my sleeve, they never know
Lyrics ricochet off the wall, they better go
Stick around, it's whatever though
Catch a heat rash or fever from the hellaflow
I let the metal blow, you better know
Sittin on a higher pedestal, better flow
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste? You wanna taste?
My minds on my money and my money's on my mind
Can't stop calculating, doin it all the time
Drop crazy math on each and every line
I'm gonna rhyme somethin catchy almost each and every time by design
It's not a lot of time
It's the million rappers comin out, so son you gotta shine
Homey, that's the bottom line
Gotta grind, cause a rapper out of sight is out of mind
We see it all the time
First a rapper on the climb, now his bank account decline
He was an artist that was signed
He was hangin out with Little Wayne, now Wayne is hard to find
The IRS on your behind
And you know they're going to check for every dime
Cause you know that tax evasion is a crime
We see it all the time
Watch the industry build him up; delete him in his prime
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste? You wanna taste?
Writer: Liquid Terrain
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid