T-Mix - Sellout lyrics

[Verse 1:] It's been a long time coming but now I'm back at it Flipping the script, from balling back to gansta rap cla**ics You know that sh** that hit the hood and upset it If real n***as respect it, the squares gon' rep it I done came in here to bring it to you The uncut version of ganstarism with the nickel painted Ruger Quick to co*k it on you, spark light in your eyes The unexpected is happening to you now n***a, surprise! Who is it? (Face, marchin', mobbin') You said it one more time (Face Mob) What else? (we keep you) Now motherf**ers lay it down The ruler's back, cause it's too many pussies out here Making bullsh** records and ruining rap I gotta check this whole game; n***as out here listening To these record label b**hes instead of doing they thing I'm a real n***a, a street n***a till it's done with And I could never let you talk me into dumb sh** Like selling out to move a few more units Just keep me in the ghetto cause the hood stay truest You f** around and cross the other side of the track Catch you a brick then realize that you can't come back I'mma stick to the facts f** it if I don't go two The homies know that Face stay true And though I've got more muscle, my sounds don't change Been the same ever since I stepped in the game Now, this is for these n***as switchin' they sh** Prostituting theyself, trying to get them a hit s** a dick [Hook:] You a sellout n***a Bow down n***a before they f** around and find you face down in the river Talk down n***a and I'mma bust you in your mouth n***a Show 'em you a foul a** n***a You a sellout n***a and I'mma bust you in your mouth n***a Show 'em you a foul a** n***a [Verse 2:] Fo sho I talk a lot of sh** but you can bet that I'm the n***a Out here backing it up, while you acting it up I can prove you ain't as real as what you claiming to be You the king on your block, but you ain't sh** in DC You ain't sh** off in the city of Chi You ain't sh** off in the Do It or Die They want to skin you alive Out here talking like you carrying arms We don't shoot at motherf**ers, we done flipped the script to carrying bombs I can end it for n***as out here who's hard in the booth Any city I can hit the hood cause Scar is the truth I know so much about these streets that I can walk them asleep You can't tell me sh** about your hood, I walked on your beat I know your whole life story, plus I've seen for myself You got caught smoking dope, that's why they sent you to jail Had you locked up with wet backs, only real n***as suffer set backs 90 days and I ain't goin' to respect that And you can sniff a snitch a mile away f** him in his a** and feed him dick, a pound a day [Hook: 2x] [Verse 3:] I've got n***as I was raised with who know who I am Lil' Brad from out of South Acres, prone for scams Never ducked the motherf**er, I was down for the dirt Got respect from older cats cause I was down for the work When Fondren had its Great Skate I'd roll to the club Drunk off the bird with thumbtack holes in my glove Stood in the corner waiting for bullsh** to jump And in the event it jumped you saw a fool get stomped There it is, can't get this sh** no realer than that Had a super boxing game, but now I'm peeling your cap I done been in fist fights with n***as twice my size Got an incredible record, 27 and 5 And the 5 losses I got, I had to redeem 'em So he had to fight me everytime I seen him Ain't no p**y in me, I've been for real before this rap sh** I study MCs, that's how I know you hoes is plastic So-a, shake your a** and I'mma tell 'em the truth Fabricate your bumps and bruises homey, do what you do Just remember who for real when they tell you they real I survived the game of life n***a, f** some sk**s [Hook: 2x]