All I Wanna Do Is Swing: If I Could Be With You

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[Intro] Motherfucking soft-ass niggaz out here Motherfucking soft-ass niggaz out here "It's 'bout to be on" -> The Lah That talk lot of shit "'bout to bust" -> The Lah "Underground street nigga Bumpy came" -> The Lah [Verse One] Hail, come on, hail What you knocking in your tape-deck just my property unknown forces think they stopping me Here's some information; I'm god's child meat, bones, blood in veins And I bust til I can't mix, mud and brains Someday I may be punished for the shit that I do So crack the gates of hell, I might slide through But I ain't staying I need to pay a visit to the man That took my baby brother from the palm of my hand I'm a menace to the public like too many B's Overcome by rappers who pump too many trees So I stand out like a white cop in Harlem With two wrists in all means, that's what I call 'em I'm a giant in a field of mice We goretex his wife giving R & B rap niggaz short life You wanna dance with a underground Puffy Without niggaz around me that might wanna bust me Sometimes I'm like a white man no trustee Sometimes I'm like a black man thinking like a white man All you niggaz dis-gust me Fuck who you are I don't care who you are I'm the roundest nigga down here, square who you are You want drama, you can get it! *scratch* and Premier's down with it baby [Chorus] There's not a problem that I can't fix All I need is my two four-fifths And if you niggaz wantin trouble I sure hold it double and I only aim straight for the brain It's the Preem and Bumpy Bringin ya pain Bringin ya pain Bringin ya pain [Verse Two] It's the smackdown fuck the rockit all lot I smack niggaz down who think they all that All you rap niggaz cat fight, just wanna be seen in the magazine, lip twisted lookin all mean I got a heart like mean Joe Green I run niggaz down and got paid for it, since sixteen I'm a addict be in this thug shit is like nigga theme And I can't stop smoking, I can't stop smoking I'm like Rakim with hustles, No Jokin If niggaz try to disrespect my melody I gun for the felony There's a whole lot of questions that really need answers Like; Who the fuck told you that your rhymestyle was hot!? You know when Biggie died? Who bust that shot? Why is Sammy Bull still living and where the fuck is Pac? It's a raprace niggaz don't wanna see me rich Catch twenty-two niggaz don't wanna see me flip Cause I'm Billy Danze, Billy Clam, Lil' Fame Jesse James, Madison Indama, I love like bitches I'm a night time nigga, day riches I won't even call a woulf for you niggaz I bring gang bitches it's like order and take-out You know you gon' get it *scratch* and Premier's down with it baby! [Chorus] [Verse Three] I got a day in the morrow I got no regrets I'm like the cigarette before cancer - hard to forget! I'm start to the finish I don't like reason Cause niggaz don't negotiate it's all about thieving Time proofing that I ain't leaving until I'm gone Put my last mic in my casket and then I won Raps I repetate while rhymes back in '86 Rush it for the gods, bust it for the gods You better get your camera out flip the moving ural That don't carry one gun, I do that shit in plural Yo Preem them niggaz think that I was a fake now After the Shakedown still ain't catch no chroma When Pedgie had beef I passed the lama And told my nigga how if it get fit I'm fan like power Sunshine and rain, good time and pain Like a too tight cardiac watch Diamond Fraine Duke signed his name got caught up in his lyrics Now he's Ray Charles bustin his gun, blind in aim I'm the black man and it's all with the bullet proof doors With the two overhead cams paddle to the floor I'm never satisfied in rude war like a 350 pound nigga on an aeroplane, I want more! *scratch* "It's 'bout to be on" You want beef you can get it And Premier's down with it baby! [Chorus ](2x) *scratch* "It's 'bout to be on"