Carlton Fisk - Who Want to Rap lyrics

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Carlton Fisk - Who Want to Rap lyrics

[Intro: Streetlife (Carlton Fisk)] Yeah (yeah) Ain't where you from (it's where you at) You got the blunt (I got the mack) You got the clip (I got the gat) You got the -- you got the clip (I got the gat) You got my front (I got your back) It's like, that, (it's that that, it's like that), yeah, yeah [Streetlife] Shaolin what? Blood, guts and monster trucks Come through, splash mud on your three piece tux n***as act bulletproof like they can't get touched Don't make hop out the sunroof and start hittin' you up I'm out of control, when the dough's low, rob the tolls Never catered a whole bomb with with cons and pro's I might, snatch your j**els, pawn your gold Call, P.O.'s be like, "f** parole" Y'all done forgot the code, and became a mole Watch me, drop and load, fire, in the hole Yeah, you changed the game, started sayin' names When your a** get shot, the cops know who to blame You watch too much movies, wanna be O-Dog and Cain Or 2Pac, everybody wanna act insane Feel my pain, rap n***as is dyin' for fame Feel my pain, rap n***as is dyin' for fame [Chorus: Carlton Fisk (Streetlife)] You wanna rap? (Who the f** wanna be an M.C.?) Tour the map? (Who the f** wanna be an M.C.?) Lounge in the back? (Who the f** wanna be an M.C.?) Platinum plaque? (Who the f** wanna be an M.C.?) [Streetlife] Most of y'all rap cats is weak, talk is cheap Check my rap sheet, it's concrete, strictly Street I put in work, overtime, I barely sleep Hail, rain, and sleet, I walks the beat f** police, no justice, no peace f** the judge, for feeding my thugs to the beast I know the ledge, that's why I keeps one in the head Make one false move, feel your body with lead I'm true to the game, stay true to my name Off the chain, quick to put two in your brain I'm from the Hill, where n***as shoot to k** Test my sk**, n***a I, wished you will Don't front for me, give n***as, lumps in three I beat you down, in front ya moms, wife and seed Call your months, I'm about to call your bluff You ain't, nuts, word up, you straight a** and bu*t Shaolin, what, who the f** wanna be an M.C.? [Chorus] [Outro: Carlton Fisk (Streetlife)] Stretch cadillac? (Who the f** wanna be an M.C.?) Blow ya stack? (Who the f** wanna be an M.C.?) Flip ya hat? (Who the f** wanna be an M.C.?) Pimp like the mac?