Eyego/Direct - Give It Up lyrics

[Hook] Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (Uh huh) Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (Aight go deep) Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up [Verse 1] Aight stop what you're doin, cause I'm about to ruin The image and the style ya all been pursuin Who you foolin I see through you like a tunnel entrance On wax you gangsta, trouble visits and your gun is missin You created a rep so now you runnin with it You feel safe cause you surrounded by a hundred n***as All your mans fake, they give you pounds and handshakes Cause they rhyme too, so y'all each other fanbase But your just a bit better, you all stole your flow From Jay-Z, but you was the one who bit better So you spin tales a how you get cheddar b**hes, sixes, benzes, but did you forget Septa Cause that's the only ridin you do Denyin it's true, let your rhymes design you And that's a f**in shame, cause you one half Of one in a million that sound the f**in same You'll never touch the fame, your flow is Bush Administration ain't nothin changed And that's the truest words ever spoken dog Cause they will see you, when the mirrors, weed and smoke is gone And I hope this song got across, cause you can quote me on the fact you need To [Hook] Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up [Verse 2] Now behold the white, nerdy suburban prototype Had dough his whole life. overnight he hold mic No respect for the art of rhyme, all he knows is his CD collection that he copped off the Art of Rhyme He's off beat, off kilter, off his rocker even Unfortunately what he does is just not emceein You say I'm bein critical, no that's not the reason He wasn't down with hip-hop when it was not in season You gotta sew your oats, homeboy not just reap em And it's somethin I gotta share with you You're terrible, your songs are downright unbearable You rap about robots and spaceships But if I call you on it, then I'm labeled as a racist Naw, I'm showin love to my culture man, you need to overstand You shouldn't do this just cause yo a fan (No) I love you for that, but I don't know who Told you the f** you could rap You gotta stop right now, I mean put that mic down and walk away Today, Ok, I don't wanna have to tell you no, never, not again Come back in five years when hip-hop hot again [Hook] Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (Please) Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (Just give it up yo) Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (For real) [Verse 3] This the end of a hectic fable, just cause you Got a little loot please don't go start a record label Kick Yo Ass Records, Get Money Entertainment No matter, it's all the same sh** (Same sh**) I get so much promotional junk and most of it s**s So half a them sh**s, I don't even open 'em up I use the case to line up my weed when I'll rollin a dutch But that's about all, cause it's hard to believe your artist MC Steve is a f**in outlaw, and all of his mixtape is about Raw, guns and gats, it's so bad it needs to be outlawed How come this crap floods the map You're to blame Mr. CEO that's enough a that It's the simple truth, you and your little dudes be gone Before the world get a chance to forget your tunes, it's pitiful Just cause crack is dead, all y'all decided To invest your little dough in rap instead Don't get me started bout these rich little a**holes Puttin out bullsh** wit your dad's dough, you'll never pa** go Bottom line your sh** s**s, you need to listen up when, I tell you to [Hook] Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (Give it, Give it, Up) Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up