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Performed By: Terrence Wood
Language: English
Length: 3:52
Written by: Terrence Wood
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It's only right that I come and set this beat off with a heater
Boomin out your speaker from the two one fever
Rock rhymes, make beats, I can do either
Ya mama yellin at you like, girl he's a keeper
Ain't no navigation system needed to map my plan out
Put a hundred niggas on a track this cat will still stand out
Never asked for a handout, I gets chedder
Spittin fire and it ain't from rubbing two sticks together
Niggas show me love no matter where I roam over
You're wack it's obvious just like a bad comb over
And when I'm on stage with the curriculum at hand
I got the crowd by the balls like a testicular exam
Gotdamn I can rock a rhyme to smash y'all bad
Didn't grow up with a soccer mom or NASCAR dad
But they gave the strength I need to exceed and rise above
And make these corny niggas leave while bleeding their own blood
We make it hot
Any time you load a beat up in the box I make it hot
Krush Unit set up shop and you know we blow the spot
I'm the nicest nigga up in this bitch you think I'm not
You gone learn when I make the place burn and make it hot
Any time you load a beat up in the box I make it hot
Krush Unit set up shop and you know we blow the spot
I'm the nicest nigga up in this bitch you think I'm not
You gone learn when I make the place burn and make it hot
I yell check one two then I come through to damage ya
Even on ProTools you sound like a amateur
F*ck ya lil DJ, producer and manager
And that lil hype man that boosts all your stamina
I put in work with the pen, I'm crazy nice
I'm disputing all niggas are lazy stereotypes
I'm like a puppeteer with the words, watch me manipulate
Sesion laced me tight it's only right that I reciprocate
Shift my weight, separate the real from the phony
Selling mixtapes I stamped "for promotional use only"
You know my hustle, my aura can steal Kimora from Russell
That's on the strength I'm talking more than just muscle
And niggas know the bul Side got flows like sink spigots
Promoters pay me in cash they pay you with drink tickets
These niggas wack I think they need to know this fact
And even if they re-released that bullshit with bonus tracks
It's a wrap
We make it hot
Any time you load a beat up in the box I make it hot
Krush Unit set up shop and you know we blow the spot
I'm the nicest nigga up in this bitch you think I'm not
You gone learn when I make the place burn and make it hot
Any time you load a beat up in the box I make it hot
Krush Unit set up shop and you know we blow the spot
I'm the nicest nigga up in this bitch you think I'm not
You gone learn when I make the place burn and make it hot
Yes I brought it to ya, hit ya like booya
Reached the f*ck back and stuck my arm right through ya
I don't care who ya, are or claim to be
Cause you gots no fame to me, niggas all the same to me
I be the one man riot, the illest rhyme I write it
I'm hard to keep up with like Islam or a diet
It takes mad discipline, I spit upper echelon
Raps, place your bets I ride the track like an equestrian
I'm finally at a point in my life I'm feeling best at
Beef and other frivolous shit, I don't stress that
Silly bitches try to advance but get left back
I only f*ck with queens just like NORE out of Lefrak
Side, I'm right here and I want my respect
I'm like them dirty clipper bumps up in the back of your neck
I'm never going away, I'm not a flash in the pan
I'm just lampin with your girls fat ass in my hand
We make it hot
Any time you load a beat up in the box I make it hot
Krush Unit set up shop and you know we blow the spot
I'm the nicest nigga up in this bitch you think I'm not
You gone learn when I make the place burn and make it hot
Any time you load a beat up in the box I make it hot
Krush Unit set up shop and you know we blow the spot
I'm the nicest nigga up in this bitch you think I'm not
You gone learn when I make the place burn and make it hot
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English

It's only right that I come and set this beat off with a heater
Boomin out your speaker from the two one fever
Rock rhymes, make beats, I can do either
Ya mama yellin at you like, girl he's a keeper
Ain't no navigation system needed to map my plan out
Put a hundred niggas on a track this cat will still stand out
Never asked for a handout, I gets chedder
Spittin fire and it ain't from rubbing two sticks together
Niggas show me love no matter where I roam over
You're wack it's obvious just like a bad comb over
And when I'm on stage with the curriculum at hand
I got the crowd by the balls like a testicular exam
Gotdamn I can rock a rhyme to smash y'all bad
Didn't grow up with a soccer mom or NASCAR dad
But they gave the strength I need to exceed and rise above
And make these corny niggas leave while bleeding their own blood
We make it hot
Any time you load a beat up in the box I make it hot
Krush Unit set up shop and you know we blow the spot
I'm the nicest nigga up in this bitch you think I'm not
You gone learn when I make the place burn and make it hot
Any time you load a beat up in the box I make it hot
Krush Unit set up shop and you know we blow the spot
I'm the nicest nigga up in this bitch you think I'm not
You gone learn when I make the place burn and make it hot
I yell check one two then I come through to damage ya
Even on ProTools you sound like a amateur
F*ck ya lil DJ, producer and manager
And that lil hype man that boosts all your stamina
I put in work with the pen, I'm crazy nice
I'm disputing all niggas are lazy stereotypes
I'm like a puppeteer with the words, watch me manipulate
Sesion laced me tight it's only right that I reciprocate
Shift my weight, separate the real from the phony
Selling mixtapes I stamped "for promotional use only"
You know my hustle, my aura can steal Kimora from Russell
That's on the strength I'm talking more than just muscle
And niggas know the bul Side got flows like sink spigots
Promoters pay me in cash they pay you with drink tickets
These niggas wack I think they need to know this fact
And even if they re-released that bullshit with bonus tracks
It's a wrap
We make it hot
Any time you load a beat up in the box I make it hot
Krush Unit set up shop and you know we blow the spot
I'm the nicest nigga up in this bitch you think I'm not
You gone learn when I make the place burn and make it hot
Any time you load a beat up in the box I make it hot
Krush Unit set up shop and you know we blow the spot
I'm the nicest nigga up in this bitch you think I'm not
You gone learn when I make the place burn and make it hot
Yes I brought it to ya, hit ya like booya
Reached the f*ck back and stuck my arm right through ya
I don't care who ya, are or claim to be
Cause you gots no fame to me, niggas all the same to me
I be the one man riot, the illest rhyme I write it
I'm hard to keep up with like Islam or a diet
It takes mad discipline, I spit upper echelon
Raps, place your bets I ride the track like an equestrian
I'm finally at a point in my life I'm feeling best at
Beef and other frivolous shit, I don't stress that
Silly bitches try to advance but get left back
I only f*ck with queens just like NORE out of Lefrak
Side, I'm right here and I want my respect
I'm like them dirty clipper bumps up in the back of your neck
I'm never going away, I'm not a flash in the pan
I'm just lampin with your girls fat ass in my hand
We make it hot
Any time you load a beat up in the box I make it hot
Krush Unit set up shop and you know we blow the spot
I'm the nicest nigga up in this bitch you think I'm not
You gone learn when I make the place burn and make it hot
Any time you load a beat up in the box I make it hot
Krush Unit set up shop and you know we blow the spot
I'm the nicest nigga up in this bitch you think I'm not
You gone learn when I make the place burn and make it hot
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Writer: Terrence Wood
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