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'bout That
Hip-Hop/Rap
'bout That was released on September 29, 2004 by Eye 4 I Records as a part of the album Retaliation
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Release DateSeptember 29, 2004
LabelTop-Notch Entertainment/Eye 4 I Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Protege
Protege
Songwriter

Lyrics

How you gonna set a trend with a fake image?
That's not right, you don't gotta lie just to kick it in the spotlight
You ain't a dope rapper just because you rock ice
A rocker jam 'specially if the knocks lies
Only gangsters are the ones living on a knock life
Spitting in the system's face, sitting on the spotlights
You wrappin' them gloks?
Then why the hell you start bitin' your nails
And cryin' when you see them hot pipes?
You're the homos, so orgy, don't talk mess
'Cause you belong in the center of a goth fest
Bitch, I want you dropped dead, leave you with no shots left
When these lyrics travel, you know they're bound to pop heads
Orders come zero, put the sauce on flip-flops
Step to me, be prepared for taking a big loss
I keep on movin', why you takin' pics for?
Shoot me, let's see how many bullets your creep got
I don't deliver trash, I keep it hip-hop
To have your streets gridlocked, for popping your lips off
Push CDs like Purple Haze and zip locks
As the clock ticks off, everyone a shit young
It ain't about hoes and blunts, the drinks or the guns
But these dudes put on fronts to give you what you want
It ain't about the cash, even if it talks
It's about respect and earning your props
It ain't about hoes and blunts, the drinks or the guns
But these dudes put on fronts, they give you what you want
It ain't about the cash, even if it talks
It's about respect and earning your props
I've been the man without a plan, I fall back on
Just murderous verses for every track that I rap on
With an agenda to make pretenders surrender
Render my peace for the peace to remember
You'll pretend you don't last long, the fits all suspect
Then going to hide out after changing their gender
Dog, you out of your dick, slick like pig skin
Missing the point on how you should do business
I'm just hangin' like my double testicles
Young and skeptical amongst the public's spectacles
You are possessed, it's gifted, some affected
Reversing hexes, got the curses redirected
Burn you with the essence is a part of my investment
When the mouth be stinking like I need some breath mints
The wrong were to be tested
Left with a death wish straight out the depths of poetry
From stress that I rest with
Quest is mic than have to have it ended
The rugged kid that the cops always apprehended
Don't ask me why, but I never intended
Choosing to exercise the second amendment
Mr. Defendant sent some God's trinity
I pray while police search the vicinity
My actions are remedied, taken against the tedious comedians
They try to flow, lacking the ingredients
It ain't about hoes and plunks, the drinks or the guns
But these dudes put on fronts, they give you what you want
It ain't about the cash, even if it talks
It's about respect and earning your props
It ain't about hoes and plunks, the drinks or the guns
But these dudes put on fronts, they give you what you want
It ain't about the cash, even if it talks
It's about respect and earning your props
When I'm stimulated, I smile through the found
Procedures of violence, tribulations and trials
Strictly 'til the day that I die
These copy-cats are gonna try the best
Simulating my style, every day's a vice versa
Stacking the bags, walking around with eyes in the back of my head
I'm beneath the win the haystack, making a positive change
Just like the Beatles did it way back
Double-crossed, this watch me get my payback
And scare your crew pale, the same color as Ajax
I don't play that, so burn for y'all's
Y'all hip-hop like Woolly's on Yamaha's
For a common cost
Put hole to your body twice the size of the ones that's on your drawers
I'm a modern dog, modern log, high-level contributor
Entrepreneur meta, afford distributor
With an appetite for destruction
I might just punch in your lungs to fuck them
The way that they function
'Cause I can't stand amateurs tryin' to spit
Thinking the skilled were to be real and not rhyming about shit
The truth will hurt you if the judge connects you
I'll have the power callin' out for search and rescue
'Cause your fakeness could lead to the suspense
So don't question the incidents, there's no coincidence
It ain't about hoes and blunts, the drinks or the guns
But these dudes put on fronts, they can do what you want
It ain't about the cash, even if it talks
It's about respect and earning your props
It ain't about hoes and blunts, the drinks or the guns
But these dudes put on fronts, they can do what you want
It ain't about the cash, even if it talks
It's about respect and earning your props
Written by: Protege
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