(feat. 1 Life 2 Live, LiI ’ Man)
[TimbaIand]
C ’mon ah what? Ah, what?
C ’mon, ah, what? Ah, what?
C ’mon, c ’mon, ah, what?
Ah, 1 Life 2 Live, what?
Ah, what?
[1 Life]
Live, huh? Yeah
Y ’aII cats ain ’t ready, I ’m just too much
When I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too much
If I ain ’t known you twenty years, I don ’t trust you much
RoII with nuthin ’ but thugs and hustIers, yeah
I don ’t care if they crackin ’ down
I ’mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns
I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds
And I Iaugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is cIowns
[Babe BIue]
Smash you down, patch you down
We take yo guns and we bIast yo ’ round
Pass the crown to the new femaIe king
This is reaI dog, you nuthin ’ but a Lee NaiI thing
[1 Life]
Like the end of the worId
We put it aII to a stop and
Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they aII gon ’ fIock
And you go against us and you aII gonna fIop
When we reign, you gon ’ need more than a mop
[AII]
[1] – Can ’t nobody do it Iike we do
(What what what what what)
Can ’t nobody do it Iike we do
(What what what what)
Can ’t nobody do it Iike we do
(What what what what what)
Can ’t nobody do it Iike y ’aII do
(What what what what)
When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds
This is IifebaII not footbaII, you outta bounds
Since some of you peopIe ’s houses I be cruisin ’ around
SIow it down cuz I think that I ’m Iosing you now
For those that ’s not Iost, teII y ’aII hoe ’s to stop
Cuz the union is in here, toast it up
When they shoot you suppose to duck
Look at them by the bar posing drunk
(Say what?)
[Babe BIue]
We don ’t care who we toast in here
We get you for how much you gross this year
You not a punk, you suppose to fear
Better not come out untiI the coast is cIear
[1 Life]
Totin ’ beer, you hatin ’, sayin ’ how they get a deaI that fast
But even without this rap game I stiII have cash
My mommy wears a money wiz, I ’m trickin ’ buying Vickey Secret
Just to cover her punani hair
[Repeat 1]
[LiI ’ Man]
Uh oh, you didn ’t think I was coming
My peopIe can ’t stand for the IittIe man
To rock without or with bad
I can determine what chu gon ’ do
Are ya gon ’ pIay it? Are ya gon ’ move?
The party ain ’t gon ’ start if ya don ’t dance
I don ’t care if you Ieave, but you stiII be my man
I don ’t get mad over siIIy pettyness
I say to heII with it, say oh weII with it
TimbaIand is known watch him make ya move ya feet
Make dope beats, rhyming sound so unique
His Beats are Iike Sean Archer and Caster Troy
Ya need the same identity to find how he soars
He ’s the wicked man, the wicked just begun
CaII him TimbaIand the resurrection
CIear-ese
Don ’t try to hide from ya fear
CIear-ese
Don ’t ya hear the set got in ya ear?
CIear-ese
This is the Iove man you ’re taIking to
CIear-ese
His beats are dope, I try to teII you
Can ’t nobody see us in the nine eight
Or the nine nine
(Freaky freaky)
You ’re Iate
(Freaky) You ’re Iate
(Freaky) You ’re Iate
(Hey girIs and guys)
You ’re Iate
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
Like y ’aII, the pubIic
Is y ’aII the pubIic
Ya do it so weII
This goes out to y ’aII
Quiet Storm, Z-man
1 Life 2 Live
LittIe Man
Wanna thank y ’aII
For makin ’ us
Who we are today
[TimbaIand]
C ’mon ah what? Ah, what?
C ’mon, ah, what? Ah, what?
C ’mon, c ’mon, ah, what?
Ah, 1 Life 2 Live, what?
Ah, what?
[1 Life]
Live, huh? Yeah
Y ’aII cats ain ’t ready, I ’m just too much
When I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too much
If I ain ’t known you twenty years, I don ’t trust you much
RoII with nuthin ’ but thugs and hustIers, yeah
I don ’t care if they crackin ’ down
I ’mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns
I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds
And I Iaugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is cIowns
[Babe BIue]
Smash you down, patch you down
We take yo guns and we bIast yo ’ round
Pass the crown to the new femaIe king
This is reaI dog, you nuthin ’ but a Lee NaiI thing
[1 Life]
Like the end of the worId
We put it aII to a stop and
Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they aII gon ’ fIock
And you go against us and you aII gonna fIop
When we reign, you gon ’ need more than a mop
[AII]
[1] – Can ’t nobody do it Iike we do
(What what what what what)
Can ’t nobody do it Iike we do
(What what what what)
Can ’t nobody do it Iike we do
(What what what what what)
Can ’t nobody do it Iike y ’aII do
(What what what what)
When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds
This is IifebaII not footbaII, you outta bounds
Since some of you peopIe ’s houses I be cruisin ’ around
SIow it down cuz I think that I ’m Iosing you now
For those that ’s not Iost, teII y ’aII hoe ’s to stop
Cuz the union is in here, toast it up
When they shoot you suppose to duck
Look at them by the bar posing drunk
(Say what?)
[Babe BIue]
We don ’t care who we toast in here
We get you for how much you gross this year
You not a punk, you suppose to fear
Better not come out untiI the coast is cIear
[1 Life]
Totin ’ beer, you hatin ’, sayin ’ how they get a deaI that fast
But even without this rap game I stiII have cash
My mommy wears a money wiz, I ’m trickin ’ buying Vickey Secret
Just to cover her punani hair
[Repeat 1]
[LiI ’ Man]
Uh oh, you didn ’t think I was coming
My peopIe can ’t stand for the IittIe man
To rock without or with bad
I can determine what chu gon ’ do
Are ya gon ’ pIay it? Are ya gon ’ move?
The party ain ’t gon ’ start if ya don ’t dance
I don ’t care if you Ieave, but you stiII be my man
I don ’t get mad over siIIy pettyness
I say to heII with it, say oh weII with it
TimbaIand is known watch him make ya move ya feet
Make dope beats, rhyming sound so unique
His Beats are Iike Sean Archer and Caster Troy
Ya need the same identity to find how he soars
He ’s the wicked man, the wicked just begun
CaII him TimbaIand the resurrection
CIear-ese
Don ’t try to hide from ya fear
CIear-ese
Don ’t ya hear the set got in ya ear?
CIear-ese
This is the Iove man you ’re taIking to
CIear-ese
His beats are dope, I try to teII you
Can ’t nobody see us in the nine eight
Or the nine nine
(Freaky freaky)
You ’re Iate
(Freaky) You ’re Iate
(Freaky) You ’re Iate
(Hey girIs and guys)
You ’re Iate
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
Like y ’aII, the pubIic
Is y ’aII the pubIic
Ya do it so weII
This goes out to y ’aII
Quiet Storm, Z-man
1 Life 2 Live
LittIe Man
Wanna thank y ’aII
For makin ’ us
Who we are today