Chyeah

Eazy, Guru

9th Wonder

Geah, yo

Ayo, we can't stop won't stop, never intend to

They feel the style in Taiwan, they call it "newjitsu"

Back to New York all the shit that I been through

Some **** say they dawgs but to me they just Shitzus

I pencils, down the thoughts and the issues

All the principles, how to keep it official

Cause you don't want no **** have to grip that nistol

Mouth off the pistol, turn dudes to fish food, these dudes

Want me looking all miserable

Don't want me getting paper, go to Jacob to spend a few

But I be in them interviews, talking how I sit in coupes

And how the Tech'll spin a **** like an interlude

Fuck around, give you flats like an inner tube

Poke you up, just some of the shit I'm into

So fall back, maybe you can get a clear view

On my life and how I steer through my rear view

They got me back on the block again, back with the Roc again

Watching for cops again, all about the profit and

They got me back in this game again, but I swear

We all (Yo) gon' (Yo) be all right

Ayo they said it can't be done, no one can do it

I'm straight off promo, right back to it

Back to the booth where I gotta spit fluent

It's money in them streets, I gotta go pursue it

I'm the truest, you knew it, you know that 9th produced this

Soon as Guru looped it, the flow gets stupid

I'm sort of a live band, cause my sound is acoustic

They ain't biting the style, they wearing girders to boost it

But, they say I'm slipping, that ain't no new shit

Them numbers never lie, so you can't refute it

And don't confuse M with none of them bullshits

To the streets I'm tied, like my momma's tubes is

I couldn't fathom the sight of me losing

Any Malcolm X Boulevard, I'm 'bout movement

I'm getting money, I don't need your two cents

The structure been built way before The Blueprint

Yo, it's M to the E-M, headed to the top with this

Say it's **** on the Roc that don't rock with this

Damn, that's the thanks I get, when you know I'm the one

That started all this gangsta shit

Wilding out for no reason, smoking that reefer with your heater

Just me and Geda, tag teaming, heating the beat up

Rocking the Caeser, pushing a two seater with divas

**** didn't believe us, now they hate when they see us

And the grip got multiple features

Everybody got a car, dog, none of 'em leased

This a gift from a God, I don't go to the preacher

I floss for years, you watch me, I'll teach you

I just dropped M.A.D.E., I admit it was a sleeper

Everybody went out, copped it, now beating the streets up

Put it in my hood, in two weeks, it heats up

Bleek done stepped up, but Jay would never leave us