Various Artists - Jeah lyrics

[Verse One] Copy and Ok, we stay beating hoes In broad daylight whooping the living daylights outta broads; rain sleet or snow Craziest flow, pay me a G Rock so long promoters gone have to pay me to leave I aim and I squeeze, got you favorite emcees' brains on my sleeves Starting forest fires, blazing the trees Critically acclaimed, clinically insane And if you ain't see how I spit it then I must've did it in the rain How rookies want respect? Best decline in fear You got p**y on your neck, you wet behind the ears Locked in at your top ten's vital Hock phlegm like I'm auditioning for Rakim's title Too evil to quit, who's more lethal and sick? Coming at you like I sneezed through my dick Holler b**h lane merging I'm like a med. school scholarship For free I'll change a lame virgin to a brain surgeon New hoes lay for two whole days f** chicks with Eaze, you'd think I'd have full blown A. I. D. S Matter fact, sickest emcee to tear the mic since Eric Wright You guest appearing? Bring fire cause I ain't sharing light Arrogant with mics, terrorist in flight Flying where you live, this guy write paragraphs in Arabic tonight Preparing dick for dikes, you guessed it I'll show your crew true essence on June 7th you peasants [Verse Two] Any crew you with is full of sh** till the bullets hit when the uzi spit I write more lines than the late John Belushi sniffed Screw who you get, try your luck But I'm not in the mile high club so I don't give a flying f** Puffing herb in this three inch Dutch Laying it down for the streets like construction workers with cement trucks Haters scanning on radars planning to raid our land and Evade all hands with the A. R. cannon'll spray, I'm scamming Like, f** you think you doing to me? Ruining me? Junior you were humoring me Crying how I repeat too many lines in rhymes That only means that you peep too many rhymes of mine And the lines are mine so eat a dick; I ain't at your nine to five Telling you how to super size the fries So here's three words, eat sh** and die Keep spitting lies, I'mma keep getting high Doing shows, screwing hoes on their back Shoot a load like I squeezed rounds at the Laundromat Obnoxious hot sh** even during sound check we rock sh** Y'all couldn't open up for us if y'all were locksmiths And I dare y'all say battling's dead That's what the last cat that I ma**acred said So I keep a Glock close, quick to pull it when a cop's close That's foolish, that's like wasting bullets on a co*kroach