Black Thought - Over Your Head lyrics

[Hook] Come on, yeah Anybody in the party that's afraid of the dark Shellshocked, waiting on Asia to start Break down, break bread, let it go to your head If you feel you're over the ledge, then don't be scared It's just a small thing baby girl, don't be scared Come on man, you a soldier right, don't be scared You're now in it over your head, but don't be scared Trying to say my man gettin, when you know he ain't dead [Verse 1 - Black Thought] I'm getting mine, but I'm fittin' to get more Smooth pimp brother, who the b**hes check for Off top everyday, I'm still spitting that dope Hit you like weed with coke and cigarette smoke Bring your clown a** round here And tell your best joke That'll be the best way for you to get your neck broke Bottom, top shop n***as is puffin' the best Stoges Planet Asia from the motherf**in' west coast [Verse 2 - Planet Asia] On blast from the ‘Five-Five-Nine', on task I put it down, put the town on smash, who want clash? My hustlers in the field for the cash Ladies of leisure hopping out of cabs Dope popping out of bags, folk dropping out of cla** My shine, got the haters still talking out they a** at times Be on the grind in the parks and in the ave for mines At the bottom, in a bucket full of crabs Y'all in-the-way n***as still f**in' up the path, for real And got my little man's future looking bad, it's ill Y'all Smack DVDs n***as ain't real at all ‘Cause real k**ers keep their hammers concealed It's like win, lose or draw when reality spills Battle me--chill, I'll leave you with your cavities filled And you can never understand how His Majesty feels ‘Cause it's way beyond albums and deals It's big business, long hours, for real Strong power from the tower of sk** Knockin' you cowards right up out of your shells Now follow the drill, I markets like Emoryville Y'all f**in' with ‘Asia' -- you must be swallowing pills [Hook] [Verse 3 - Planet Asia] I used to be broke, but now I'm getting dough The Asiatic poured with the fortified flow On sight, I'm nothing polite, but y'all already know Hit you like ‘Thirty-eights, four-fives and fo-fos' Bring your clown a** round here And bring your best folk That'll be the easiest way, to get your a** smoked By the block, hitters from Philly to the ‘No Black Thought, he from the motherf**in' East coast Where cops don't really go in, ain't shootin' no videos My block, the main strength in the city of the ‘No Where the k**ers aim clips and kick it with silly hoes Quick to set yo' a** up for a little bit of dough It's the well-protected, smooth, caramel-complected The fragrance of a pharaoh's essence, executive directed A bold message from the Old Testament selected Another cla**ic out of Gold Chain Records [Hook] [Outro] It ain't nothin' like Gold Chain Music... It ain't nothin' like Gold Chain Music... It ain't nothin' like Gold Chain Music... It ain't nothin' like Gold Chain Music...