Raw Fusion - Hang Time lyrics

[Money B] Now what have I got here? An instrumental spot, yeah Time for me to put some funky hip-hop there .. allow me to do the honors You know the voice, but did you know the name was Ron or M-O-N-E-Y dash, B so don't be alarmed When you be hearin please oh please oh please Money B, get loose, I never argue I step up, with a whattup, whattup I'm on you Are next, what you'd expect a strong rhyme It goes like this, for a long time Cause ticka time is money (money) and money is ticka time (time) And Money gets money everytime, that I go for mine Line after line, like a laser I be what they call a leaper, for the ways I Leap into the airwaves, sky with the rhyme flow Droppin bombs on the others below And while I'm climbin, they seem to get smaller than ants And I'm hyped, cause I can see 'em dancin And the few, standin 'round waitin For me to come down, but I keep elevatin Cause yo, I get up, and then continue to climb.. .. I got hang time {*DJ Fuse*: "Money B, the freaky deaky", "just hangin.." .. "like the brother's supposed to"} - 2X [Money B] Doowhutchalike, that's what my boy cold Shock'n said And what I'd like to do, is cold clock the bread .. and so I make it like a bakery There's no takin me, so what you make of me? You're just another perpetratin s**er that steals While I was makin rhymes, you made crack deals Thought it was funny you - said "Yo Money's through" Heard it and hippidy-hopped on like a bunny do Silly rabbit, kick the habit Stop smokin, I'm from Oakland And all that means is that I know where I'm from And where I'm goin to, cause I'm a (?), see? I'm kickin it out, better than nice, I'm naughty Backstage I kiss my girl and my forty I hear my name cause my people, support me And those who don't know say, "Go shorty! Go shorty!" Heads and arms, begin to swing and then Just like Spike, I +Do the Right Thing+ I like pick a fly topic, to speak about And then like Jordan on the court'n, I freak it out I clock a score much higher than a nine point nine .. I got hang time {*DJ Fuse*: "Money B, the freaky deaky", "just hangin.." .. "like the brother's supposed to"} - 2X [Money B] Not all about kickin it, but you know this For kicks I'm takin my flicks in gangster poses I'm doin this for the money, and I suppose it's The way I kick my verbals that's why you all, chose this Ace to be your number one I'm sharp as a knife Short in stature yet the rep I get is larger than life And I'm doin this for the Money, and not for my health And you're correct if you suspect, I'm stuck on myself I'm not tall, but when I play ball, I take - charge Cause in this thing, I'm livin EXTRA large Cause I'm bodacious, I'm bodacious You're likin the way that I'm sayin it twice Cause my display is nice, so Feel free about pressin rewind.. .. uh-huh, I got hang time {*DJ Fuse*: "Money B, the freaky deaky", "just hangin.." .. "like the brother's supposed to"} - 2X [Money B] Time out, is over, the buzzer is soundin I catch my breath, the mic is inbounded I take posession, now I'm in control So just keep on movin, like Soul II Soul As I, bring it up, stop, at the top of the key The pressure's on, they're lookin at me But it's the competition, that brings out the man in me I play it cool cause my fans keep fannin me A team of MC's standin there blockin the hoop They try a double team, but I don't play that poop My man Fuse, sets the pick, and I break Another s**er steps, and so I give him the shake I give the next one a dose, of the same old drug As I dip through the hole, he tried to plug And the last MC in my path, with seconds to go Standin bout six ten and a half I take flight, right over the great big punk And throw down a Darryl Dawkins chocolate thunder dunk! So next time, you wanna contest you climb .. punk, I got hang time {*"Yes, yes!"*} see-ya! {*Fuse scratches to fade*}