That's What's Happening

歌詞

(feat. Lounge Lo, Solomon Childs) [Lounge Lo] Ay-yo I talk what I talk, who gon' shut me up? Why you think of blowin' me up, or blowin' the dutch Keep a double 4 in the clutch Staten Island, Lounge Lo Park Hill Projects, and that's what's up! Keep it commin', spit fire daddy And ya'll niggaz is lame, before I go just remember the name I'm in the hood where they shoot guns by the seconds You in the hood where they shoot guns indirected L.O.B.B. see TV, call B.I. Tell him to tell D.I. to come see me Wit' a bag of knuckle-head And who am I to give a fuck about the next man? Who care if he fuckin' dead Me, right! Is gon' spaz on ya'll, spaz on ya'll Got to get my cash on ya'll I got a brick ta work, I said ya'll can't have none Ya'll can't have none, plus I got a chick ta work My score is nice, don't ask about me twice Test 3 times, it'll cost ya life Gotta stripper that'll give ya no ice Nah'mean?? And the same bitch will clipper ya pipe Fuck wit me! Gotta strong circle that'll hurt you, from little babies grown-ups Plus them outta town niggaz that'll murk you [Chorus: Remedy] That's what's happenin', you done had it Everybody hood got people that ratted That's what's happenin', ya'll done had it Everybody hood got people that ratted [Solomon Childs] You cats is pink on the inside, like dispersement forms We played the cell houses, ya'll played in dorms Professional, international poster kid Big crimes came wit' big biz New York's wildest rookie, since Grandmaster Flash Big boys here now Slow down you might crash We rule all cash, and I ain't listenin' to ya'll niggaz Spit these lines for my niggaz Stick up game ridiculous I bust a vein in the microphone Fell in love with the smell of the sweat on the poem Blood on my blade, shit on my hands from my knife, humble But cats don't listen, so why warn em? Music will have you ?mourning extortem? New York's divine leaders I tell a story for em', perform bops Bring forth wild brothers together in the forum Spittin' with confidence I thought I'd double up on em', I thought I'd double up on em' [Chorus] [Remedy] There ain't many street kids left I could say their names in about one breath I could count your mans on about one hand Take it from the words of a true man's man The streets forever talkin', dead men walkin' Window hawkin', yo the fiends come stalkin' Ya'll cats had it It was either him, her, or you Or somebody you knew that done ratted The Shaolin, everyone knows everything It's scary, cut they tongue, shits hairy The so called mans you got, wanna Lancelot you And got you in a trance that locked you Government informants, rat fuckin' bicthes Tell'tale snitches, 6 foot ditches Wanna talk about with who and where and what'cha do And if they told on him, then they'll tell on you [Chorus x2]