I don’t think they want it, (nuh-uh, they don’t want it / don’t want it…)
Someone please, show me my opponent…my-my-my opponent x2
Its 10th street….these niggas aint fukin friends to me..
They pretend to beef…but switchin up identities
im an entity..steady movin up, like im meant to be
bossin ass nigga...mentality
make your nightmares...reality
(reality) (reality) (reality)
its sad to see...whack ass niggas, turn casualties
catastrophies diseasterly...steady buildin up my masterpiece
ima savage b...my weed, raspy...from last week
dont run no weak shit, passed me…
we run this shit, like an athlete...triathalon, pass to me…
i mean, a relay race...nigga we dont play
cheddar chips...like frito lay…
move a kilo(k)...then we relocate…
my alibi...smoked weed all day
ima thug nigga and a drug deala…me and my team, dont fuq wit ya…
cause you and yall niggas, aint hustlas…
if yall aint up, dont fux wit us…
niggas, is hatin’…its obvious
attitude…obnoxious
I get scratch…mosquito itch
Mr. Clean…I am the shit !
I lost my mind…no common sense
Not listening...so come, again??
if money talks...im not hearing shit...
not facebook, don’t comment in !!
Hook
Ok now, Round 2…what it do
My knuckle game…might knock a tooth
I pop the top…like a top of goose
Then the goose get loose…and pops the crew
same dude…with the same old crew
crowd is hype…they sound enthused
no introduction, when I come through…
they know the name…they know me foo’!
POPPIN OFF, THE MOST COMMON PROBLEMS…
THESE NIGGAS IS SOFT…LIKE HAAGAN DAAS IS
BRUSH IT OFF…LIKE ITS COMMON KNOWLEDGE
WE RIDE TO DIE…LIKE KAMIKAZE
IM TOO FLY…THEY CAINT FIND ME
CAUSE WE AINT…ON THE SAME TIMING
My jewelry, on “stay blindin”…my shoes say, “I stay grindin”
Fresh new whip in the day time…I cant wait to put the rims on it
Sit courtside, wit some Tims…homie…
go hard to the paint, I win…homie
I only ride, with my kin…homie
If you know that, and don’t get in…homie
Im ridin by, with dolla signs…my phone keep on, pantomiming
My hip got that, paralyzer
gloves, I call them sterilizers…
we are not some , fair fighters…
we dirty south…like Carolina…
…you know, my dogs all…carry iron
…and we take flight…like airlines
clippers on…push hairlines
get pushed out…we airtight
A music lover first, and artist second, Over Eazie started making music to fill a void in hip hop that needed to be
addressed. He has always had a “feel” for music and the “flow” of it, which has also, lead him to become a Hip Hop dancer as well. Join him on his journey to become exactly what hip hop has been missing....more