Tony Mitchell - 93 Degrees lyrics

[Verse 1: SL¥TE] f** a trend But, here I go giving in again I'm real like that, I'm real life rap With a blend of the Backhouse sin with the gin So, f** a friend But, Can't forget where you come from Never let what you done run, yo life Make something right out the strife sh** cause, I done been down yo street With red eyes, a little bit of homies With .45's, a lot of bit of O.E With dead lies, so them n***as never told me Showed me how yo tale is so damn different from yo stare I f**in' peep you weak, I hope my lowly scope will cross ya hairs Dot my i's and then I hope you f**in' die right in yo chair Be it from spite or from a gunfight, I never f**in' cared Lend me yo ear, or ya starve n***a, made it f**in' clear Yeah we here, yeah we here And we ain't goin' nowhere, Back House n***a 'til I show fear Oh yeah [Chorus: Seno] Back House Mob, separate from fraud Don't be actin' like a broad unless you ready for them gods, b**h Mind over matter, disregard the chatter Ba** gets to kickin', then them windows start to shatter Hold up [Verse 2: Seno] Now I apologize for these rhymes that I spit No lie, I was drunk and high when I wrote this sh** But n***as turned heads when a n***a spoke and sh** So I kept goin', holdin' sh** down, then I came up I was laughin' when that p**y n***a gave up Cause Seno been known for the snappin', trappin', cappin' Et cetera, et cetera I'm that n***a headed for Everything that y'all boys wished that you had But never been man enough to reach up and grab It's so sad, but never mind that I'ma still act a a** when I stunt up in the club With two bad b**hes that's draped in gold Seno been young, but that n***a still old Tell 'em (I'm on fire mane! They better leave me alone! He on fire!) (Who that is) What, you deaf n***a? You ain't never heard about Stef n***a? That chico with a few screws loose, a fifth of the Goose, and a deuce deuce Got ya b**h tip toeing through the Backhouse, tits showing Rollin' up loud right next to the line of the c**aine Back up, Back up, n***a where the game that you f** n***as proclaim Never had ties to the hoe, we know mane f** around and take yo hoe, mane And give that b**h two flavors, me and my dog gon' cut that up like a razor Don't be fooled by the n***a in a blazer, tool right under his naval Nah, y'all don't wanna see this anger Nah, y'all don't wanna see this anger Nah, tell 'em [Chorus] [Verse 3: SL¥TE] Never seen a young n***a do his sh**? Well now ya do, I'm f**in' throwin' a fit b**h, I'm hungry, and ain't sh** in the fridge Get the water out the tap or f**in' swallow ya spit b**h, I'm ornery, and you don't know 'bout me Get the f** up out my face or you'll be callin' police I speak the peace like Martin Luther King, but To tell the truth, I ain't have that dream It was me, and big Seno cookin' heat And I don't care what ya heard, it was heat And yea we know it was free, to tell the truth I ain't have that cheese But it was me, every letter down to a "T" So hear me, but u never could feel me Never wanted u ta fear me, u can hit me like Siri Tell me where ya mind at, I can hear ya like Simsimi But I don't think you ready for the paper, ya sim simma Ya too hot, money come around ya, it burn quicker And I don't think I'm ready for that I had ta learn n***a I had ta learn n***as They was too damn slick, I had ta perm n***as I was too straight up, I had ta curve n***as Yea, just like you, I had ta earn n***a Turn ya favorite rapper ta ash I urn n***as (It's goin' down. Every time we do it, everything Screwed Up.) [Chorus]