Flesh-n-bone - How Many lyrics

[Hook] How many wanna come try and make my day and ride out on me How many do it takes to roll (roll) For sure, you really just don't know (I breaks 'em all off) How many wanna come test, follow me this waaaaayyy Better not set me off! Heavily suggest, it'd be best for yall to let that go (x2) [Verse 1] They got me caught up I'm bailin in the middle of the crossroads I steady struggling in a world so cold I get a little more realish tryna deal with the bullsh** of lawsuit Holding on like a souljah (Yeah) Flesh the last true humbly united gathering Only real G's allowed Open up court, shut 'em down with a speedy trial Never no never you can see me profound And these haters are nothing but scandalous they own mama don't even like 'em So who the hell you call your homie Will be the same n***a quick to sail your a** up the river How many wanna deal with the Holier Father No I don't think you don't want that, nah really No, that's detrimental so for the most part You ain't capable, cause this sh**s original Remember the whole game, them n***as that got down for they damn thang Now sh** ain't been the same since they came out I gives a damn what you talking about It won't make me or break me Wait, I put the flame on 'em How many folks that you know still keepin it real? This sh** is like panning for gold But what you come up with is really silver Lets see if you can feel what I spill I still mo thuggin' in my own way Come up with the pay gotta get the paper Mean war, tryna take bread off my table Better check my label before you come try to fade That'll be like committing suicide Thats not wise but if you really mean we can get it on, lets ride [Verse 2] Hit 'em hard for the next episode Explode and blow up the whole land I gotta break 'em off for the most part I'ma take it to the top and center stage All the way around the globe, I'ma leave a mark n***as steady try to woof, but their bark ain't loud Hardly enough to make a little noise I'm sending all you little boys back to the lab with that weak sh** you tryna voice Flesh-n-Bone the peoples' choice Give me one treble, then I must bust ya bubble, on the double It's nothin, if you want that, You got trouble I got 'em all, let me still my photo Flex on 'em with little muscle I try to work it with a little more hustle than the average Feel mad at me when I make 'em look sick Who to blame? These lames comin' off like flies on bullsh** Your best bet to buzz off the scene How many goons I gots to bust slugs off Better watch from layin' in the contrast You don't really want it with us, make your nuts turn to dust How many wanna come on out, let's play I'ma leave it up to you to choose the place Whichever day, We can trade blows Hate to have to do it, but its time for you to go Check the swag of a pro, I can drag off some real good dope You tried them other brands, but it don't come close My n***as on the east and west coast, and even down south f**in' with the Bone Thug the most Come watch a n***a make another k**in' See how many I stack up and how many more enemies I rack up There's really no matching up I'll be damned if you n***as think you leavin' me jacked up [Verse 3] Who's next, to be my guest? Come on and make my day Well nevertheless, whatever bet, you'll regret this Hard head made his a** soft Look at his self, check, its best you respect this Hectic in these days that we're living in, it might be the last Better listen for the sound of the trumpets Recognize the signs of the time if you can Ten years for a**ault with an AK had me thuggin' in the pen in a real way Reminisce on how we used to be peelin' out Burning rubber on the highway, flesh parley I crept and I came up And I'm still comin' to lean with the dream team stay running it mayne They love it how I hit 'em with the sound that's crisp and clean Dead on 'em like a triple beam Splitting haters in the middle of the forehead, Drop heat hard And be on 'em like a ton of bricks And he's movin' it and he's smooth and he's spinning, oh yeah So come down now, come again say "come down now" Feel the vibe of the real you knowin' that he ill Flesh-n-Bone the maestro, The way to lay it down, got 'em spellbound Here's a hell of a track, check the level on the digital, give it a little EQ You never really knowing what the Flesh might do with some sounds and a No. 2 pencil No stupid, It ain't that simple but I'm known to keep it off the richter The meter jumping all over the scale Baby nothin' but hits for sale. Rude up, cookin' in the kitchen