9th Wonder - Scars lyrics

[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh] Uh, Rapper Pooh, 9th Wonder Joe Scudda, Median Topshop, you know how we do For real, yo, check it out now [Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh] Whoa, let's take a walk through my life Pops ain't love me, moms tried to raise me right Two younger sisters and an older brother like You gotta be nice when you fight You better think twice when you fight cause you playing with a life And some n***as get trife when you playing with their life And they go for their knife or they bust at you twice Or they take it to your crib and put a couple in your wife Or your kids or whomever, whenever they can get it They can get it right now for a couple of them digits Really, but beef gets sliced from bullsh** silly Clowns in the club, clowns out in pub A lick get drilled quick and plugged quick For popping lip up in gums talking reckless and sh** Get that beef cooked up like some breakfast and sh** Jimmy Dean bright and early, scrambled eggs and grits Got that toast bu*tered up ready to serve you quick Pacing back and forth, parking lot looking real thick In the midst of some chicks on the prowl for dick Young scrapper got a point to prove, that his nuts is big And everything that he say he live And everything that he speak he did And everything that he clutch is big In the middle of the time, went up and touched the kid, off he slid [Verse 2: Median] Pooh hold up, n***as thought that I was bullsh**tin? Let me find out y'all hating on the League like stool pigeons You couldn't sense that it was bigger than the lyrics? How I fight and draw pictures like Antwan Fischer Take control of the board like Bobby Fischer Make pawns come and get ya, a**a**inate ya like a bishop n***as couldn't feel the spirit in here? How it either draw you nearer or make you fear it in here Come on, you couldn't sense from the reflection of my women? See the soldiers in my sisters while your hoes cold as winter Shoulda copped and blown on some pimpin Iceberg Slim sh**, come to find out y'all trickin See your dough slow up, and you wanna what Wife your hoes up, L7 like Rosebud With two D's for a double dose of the fiction You faking a**, fronting felonious a** n***as Never left the block, how-could-you-know-me a** n***as Frown a**, clown a**, homie a** n***as I should start smackin n***as with a sock No question, just start askin n***as where to chop Mister M-E-D, I to the A-N Swayin, open off The Listening and made him n***as got to pay for relief, I see you waitin Just let them guys blow in the wind, money they paper Just let them guys blow in the wind, money is paper [Verse 3: Joe Scudda] Uh huh, yeah, they tryna box me in I'm in the best shape right now, so rap, yo Yo, it's a new day, I got a new plan A kid stretches him arms out, he's a new man They wanna see me lose, yo I got news fam Settlin is somethin I never do fam Dumb sh** will put your a** in the newsstands Playing games with lames, J. Scudda through man I got somethin left to prove man And y'all cats wanna hold me up, they try to "cut me deep" They wanna see me boxed in, f** a rebound I boxed out, popped out, BING, knockout And if my back's to the wall, I air ya block out You all sweet, have you saying man he "cut me deep" You damn right, bark just as bad as my bite And my days be as bad as my nights Thinking I need to peel out, I got shirts I need to fill out I'm tryna eat, this hunger "cut me deep" And I can dig it, feel how I live it I watch the world, three hundred and sixty on my pivot Have people talking bout where they were when I did it That cla**ic sh**, never forget it when it "cut me deep" And it left a scar, that reminds me of Where we are, where we been and where we going to And all the bullsh** we going through From beef in the streets to being a broke man, it has "cut me deep" And now you feel me, so why do I drink and Live life filthy and smoke cigarettes Even though they might k** me and eat red meat So I can't sleep a wink, cause the life I chose "cut me deep" But I love it though...