DJ Premier - Bars in the Booth lyrics

[Intro] To the beat, and you don't stop Bump Knucks, and you don't stop Freddie Foxxx, and you don't stop [Verse] That co*ky n***a got the mic back, word is on the streets that He ain't tryna hear that, so y'all n***as peep that f** you and your whole team, I was taught shoot or k** Hammer in the stash spot, '85 Coupe de Ville Beefing with the white cat, show up in the G suit [?], some British and a Lee suit Spit the hottest pea soup, ya n***as should regroup This joint got a blast that will turn you into tree roots Ya n***as is grapefruits, I should call you ate food Served to the rapper that makes n***as pay dues Way before the gay rules, I was down with BDP Bangers do pop when you f** with a real MC Bumpy got an appetite, n***as hate to see me eat Here's another style to bite for n***as tryna to keep it street Cold beef with you n***a, that's why I'm bringing heat Hot like a stage light, brighten up your grave site I'm a problem in the night time, straight through the daylight Your block is like a campsite, we gon' put that time in n***a, there's a problem in the hood when I'm grinding Grinding with the rhyming, Hotter than the sheep skin on June 10th When the sun is up beaming new strength Shotty in the full length, that's why you see the goon limp With a way better plan than yours, I'm like the new Sprint Yeah I'm like a nuisance for new dollars, new cents Act like I'm out of my mind but I got good sense You nicer than Bumpy Knuckles is pretense n***a, spot screwing your face, you're only decent Ice grill in the mic and when it feed back You duck, movie over action cut You n***as don't sound confident but constipated My mic and the bars related I came in this game with the mindset to win No matter who doubt me, I got to get it in Deal makers, deal breakers, all you cats are million-dollar fakers When it come to spitting lakes, I'm the Lakers Get rich being a giver, exposed all the takers Walk like a don, God like Adonis Violate me and you die, I promise, all rhymes honest People pray for me to lose, I feel like Floyd Mayweather Counting 20 million on the cruise With my name on the boat, Ciroc and pink lemonade moisten up the throat Bad b**hes while I float, Trump calls me the Goat Trained in the art of connecting star makers Flame is the light, I'm reflecting what I'm made of War with the demons on my way up f** all this talking n***a, pay up or lay up [Outro] Yeah, Bump Knucks Preem, bars in the booth, knock out your tooth Truth b**h n***a Run it