Quinton Banks - Longevity lyrics

Ah yeah Scarface Short Dog Yeah Longevity Fake n***as... {Scarface:} And you can tell em I said it I said muthaf**as is takin the credit Been in the game for 20 minutes, and they thinkin they legends All on their videos showin off, frontin for the camera One-hit wonders is playin games, fakin stamina I damage ya, throwin blows to your egos Flossin new leather, think you the sh** wearin these clothes And supposed to flash and have the finer things But can't seem to keep your money, cause you're buyin rings What is you gettin, 7 or 6, new record contract? Bustin your bomb raps, but you ain't gettin your funds back f** that, I been around since '86 Way before my muthaf**in mind played tricks And when Too $hort told me this b**h, it wasn't givin Cause I'm sick and tired of n***as fantasizin they livin All on the tell-lie-vision tryina front like that's your car With a fat-a** cigar, you ain't no muthaf**in star What you are is a n***a lost, dazed and confused Back in the day that you stepped in it is the day that you do But on the cool, some n***as been around since the '70s Steadily preachin to us all longevity [Hook] You don't get sh** for free Your own destiny Longevity Longevity {KB:} 10 years ago a friend of mine Asked me to say some MC rhymes But back then I said: f** rhymin, I was tryina get laid But now it's '98, I'm all about gettin paid f** that bullsh** you n***as be on in your videos Drive the sh** your C.E.O. own In their home, at their parties, you n***as dummies Muthaf**a, f** the fame, it's all about the money And then the power (money and the power) Slingin tapes like powder Everything I own is mine, don't understand 'ours' This's a serious business My n***a, take care of your business Especially you n***as with gimmicks, your a** is finished In the nick of time, f** havin the tightest rhymes You better grind, it's plenty fools dope without a dime So I'm tight with mines, and I prove that every time Just to let you n***as know I'm out to get mine That's longevity [Hook] {Too $hort:} Who got the freshman flop or the soph*more jinx Rappers blow up, fall off, and think Been there, done that, about to make a comeback I'm on some new sh**, not like my young raps I know what you sold, first album went gold Then you changed the style, shoulda stuck with the old Flows, and the old clothes, cause now you fake You ain't got no hoes committin foul play Hatin on me, but you're waitin to see Old school Too $hort in the place to be I ain't backstage chasin young girlies I'm chasin money, I'm in my early 30s Still sellin records, and I'm still a real player Can't understand how you still could be a hater Said I don't stop rappin from the start If you don't believe me, go check the charts b**h [Hook]