Frequency - Q & A lyrics

[Hook] Let me tell you what i'mma do today Today is just me and you , you & I for Q & A I know the questions that you gonna ask But i'mma do is say What's on my mind i'm just telling you why [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz ] This ain't, snapback meets new era This new era gets smacked till they necks snapback and that goes for whoever I ain't done workin I'm just one person That promises to keep this sh** pure like a young virgin Your dumb virgin(version) of Hip Hop got us uncertain Your daughter dress like a n***a, n***a your sons t**n I'm still a two steppa, steppin with two heffers Still step to your crew extra quick that's what I do Let's tell em why I'm a thoroughbread Born and raised in that Brook, you shook, look what my borough bread [Hook] [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz ] All this time away from working solo snapping photos With my bro bros in the slaughters been an honor But I'm back to dolo Feet is Nike the hat is Polo, I'm no fashion logo No gay bashing, but if you tough don't be acting h*mo Let me tell you why I hit the tread Wasn't to lose weight and get this bread Naah homie you've been misled Last year I shot a fair one with my n***a Fred And damn near drop dead I should've won but I got whipped instead I ain't liked that so I stopped that liquor to the head Dropped the Newports Copped new shorts and watched my figure shred You coughing chicken heads, speaking of cuffs I made the s*ut merry my n***a in prison To give him visit head Man let me tell you why I'm real rap Why I don't need a rope chain Or dress like Soul Train to bring that feel back [Hook] [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz ] This is for those who ain't know that Ortiz spit clean Its every lil girl's birthday, here's a sweet sixteen Went from a 40 waist to 36 jeans But that forty still on my waist, with mean sixteen But I ain't here to talk how I protect myself Or how I lived in the gym last year to perfect my health Nah, we can rap off, I off you rap n***as with a rap off-the-top I ain't wrapped too tight, back off Off the back door to the bleachers hit the teacher off The black board and in Ya'll in-crowd but mad off Ya'll [???] and tight slacks with hard bottoms Hit the bottom hard after you moon walk like Mic Jack Huh, BRB I don't mean be right back I mean B you're R&B singing, I write raps But Ortiz you went all complex and said this sh** Yeah you right, aight cool let me extend a clip Penmanship my pen is sick You in the Pen then hit the bench and lift Chest against the bar, do an extra six Every year some new n***a they put the best against Put their neck on the line but I twist it up like the exorcist If I'm your comp I understand why you a pessimist Point blank with infrared scope bet these pests will piss Their pants they can't shoot at Godzilla, man them pellets itch The fire that be leaving my mouth will melt your whole relevance Lil n***as, lil boys is cute My bars hard they hurt like Ray Mercer you don't want it Duke So save the subs for Quiznos keep the talking mute Cause I punch you in yo big nose and watch yo faucet shoot Ya'll chasing pop hits, f** a pop hit One of my joints pop, shiit another cheque deposit [Hook]