Lyrics

11/3/04 ?Session?
Written By: Poverty ©2004Dawonne D. Jackson

V.1 I realize it?s the moment of truth ,
The game tryin? to figure who?s who.

Ain?t no guessin? when I?m in the booth,
Unstoppable like T-Mac when he?s headed to the hoop.

Heard the industry full of shady mutha-fuckas,
Fuck with me find yourself in a jam like Smuckers.

Gives a fuck who you roll with, who the fuck you smoke with,
Who the fuck you throw ya? mutha-fuckin? hood up with.

-----------And that?s the way that it be,
Too many unknowns tryin? to figure who I be.

Be that nigga leanin? on the wall in da? back of da? club,
Be that nigga with my niggas rollin? on dubs.

Be that nigga that might get disrespectful,
Be that nigga to break bones like an arm wrestle.

1st of All Product-Yeah nigga what up,
You can hustle this block if you give me a cut.

Million dollar hustle, with a lil? muscle,
Now I?m like a king fish runnin? without a muzzle.

Its because of my hood why I eat good,
Its because of streetlife why I rep my hood.

Out of place in O-state get bum-rushed,
Grimy niggas in this circle with nobody to trust.

Hook: Hickory, Dickory Doc-the mouse ran up the clock,
All the tenants are out of tax, so the landlord don?t have no need to come back.

V.2 Oh my fault if you thought I was finished,
Squeeze throats to pop-eyes like a can of spinach.

Come to unfinish business that?s been finished,
Bitch I?m in it to win it- fuck being timid.

Got bars like a penitentiary my nigga,
And if you can?t walk with me I?m a carry my nigga.

Your game might be over but I got next,
Stand by this rap shit like a duplex.

Gotta get right ma? so I can sleep tight,
Tryin? to hold it down like New York city?s Frank White.

Wanna take Columbus, Ohio to brand new heights,
I?m the one to hold you down like Air Force Nikes.

You can catch me in a meeting speakin? industry language,
Or you can catch me on da? grind greeting in da? street strangers.

--------------My niggas tote big bangers ,
Out to stack big bills cuz nobody can change us.

I?m live like a mutha-fucka please believe it,
Ask Toni she knows the kid, I?m why she still breathin?.

Rhyme so cold my nicknames polar,
Get it poppin? in this bitch like my name soda, nigga.

Hook: Hickory, Dickory Doc-the mouse ran up the clock,
All the tenants are out of tax, so the landlord don?t have no need to come back.