Iffy - Oh! lyrics

[Intro: Large Professor] Yeah! What we talkin 'bout? Yeah! What we doin here? Joell, with the Large Pro-L [Hook: Iffy] When you get yo money, get yo mind right I say what's real, f** that limelight All these haters, they don't want it All these haters, know I'm on it And I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH; and now they like "Oh!" Then I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH; and now they like "OH!" [Verse 1: Joel Ortiz] Yeah You n***as think it's a game See a smile on my face, Freq' turn me up Pro - go wild on my ba**, these motherf**as gotta know I'm crack c**aine in the 80's, I got a flow I rap so crazy, you play with me, adios Homey, I'm the second coming This ain't the first time I've been on a record buggin' Sho' 'nuff won't be the last, I'm just gettin started You hollow, no furniture in a big apartment I ain't a rap n***a, I'm a n***a that rap And I can scrap n***a, don't get your ligaments cracked Man I'll get at Twitter (ha!) I'm street to the 9th power Walk in the spot, one deep with a light, yaowa I'd be lyin if I told you that my bucks major But I walk in and pick the broad that I'mma f** later Club carpet becomes garbage for the Dutch paper I see you watchin' What up hater? [Hook: Iffy] [Verse 2: Joel Ortiz] Somebody said his homey was better, I guess he lied I'm hot, got my borough on lock, like 25 To life when I write feel the ground shakin' E'ry word that I recite, get the town bakin' I'm not yo' average beast I can't stomach y'all, make my abs get weak Extra nauseous from the blab you speak So drop your pens, rip your notepad and skeet You not a friend, don't make me have to grab you creeps I count to ten, one.. two/too late, ba*tards Look at y'all, shook, Kool-Aid packets You know the situation, I'm that intimidatin' Cold dog(g), I flow like a fridge in Nathan's You tryin to bring it back, I'm just tryin to bring it You got them Red Bull bars, you just kinda wing it Like a bu*ter knife, that ain't gon' cut it But I ain't even mad at y'all f**ers [Hook: Iffy] [Verse 3: Joel Ortiz] You n***as can look around, ain't nobody as hot If you nobody, I stop by and body your block (WHAT UP?!) If you somebody I turn you to the first n***a I'm the worst n***a Call me Mr. Earth, n***as bodies are dropped My team really 'bout it homie, shotties are popped You a b**h Probably sh**, get on your potties and squat This rap music is my new hustle I don't plan to post up, with a few bundles I'm on the grind all the time with a nine n***a, head nod sh** Y'all weak, man this is sweet like a eggnog mix Every word I speaks like a splurge out of the pound Y'all birds out here TWEETS, like words after a pound Say my name and I'mma put you in your place No not a song - I'mma come see you and punch you in your face (BLAOW) Blame Brooklyn, cause that's where I was brought up You ballin, I'm above the rim, don't get caught up [Hook: Iffy]