Consequence - Buggin' Out 09 lyrics

[Verse 1: Consequence] Yo, Microphone Check 1 2 what is this? Con took a check from every boss in the business You can't be mad at me, thanks for having me I'm from the same borough as Mobb Deep and Tragedy Might be on Chelsea lately because of all the fame So I spit a little game, maybe let her with a chain Because styles upon styles upon styles is what I have I'm dropping 20,000 when I'm up on 5th ave I wear Dior sneakers because the boy's getting cash And when we in the club, yeah I swing a Louis rag When it comes to the devils, I'm not a half stepper To pa** weed is speedier than graffiti on the leather Refuse to compete with BS competition That couldn't get signed if they had a petition I never walk streets thinking it's all about me But I know n***as scheming so it's under the seat I just try my best not to dumb on out A Tribe with the Cud so you must be buggin' out [Verse 2: Kid Cudi] Yo, a few new stations, put me in rotation They've embraced the martian, congratulations Now my knots is too too thick Bruskies running up asking me to do their favourite hit With finesse, spit a verse and occasionally I blurt out I'll strike a chord, and you can thank the lord As I go in between the glitz and the glam Listen my submission is the wishes of the fam-o As a segway, I am alone I'm trying to get mine, and you should go and get your own Smoking my weed because it's therapy for me When everything seems bleak because the devils I foresee You-me, I-fly You can't be me because your flow is too shy I know I'll be the man if a co pull a plug on the autotune But I can't and that's bug Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out : (fading)