Tru & Livin' - N. W. Y. W. M. 2 B. Lyrics

Yea, yea, BMT, happy birthday Q, 777 baby
B-Ham in this mug, B-Ham, yo
Check it, Tru & Livin'

Yo, I got styles for all emotions I feel
Dope and ill describes the rhyme skill
On the real, all you crab f*ckaz know the deal
I want a mill and then some
The outcome, dictated by the income
Get some, step up, if you want to get hurt
I did dirt, catch me on the DMD insert
In P.A., hustlin' on the streets of B.M.T.
You mighta seen me in the A-dorm
F*ckin' with them 5 percenters
Trying to get my pray on, stuck on ag
But thank God I didn't stay long
I prayed long and stayed strong
Now I'm back at a hundred percent
A dope-ass rappin' son of a bitch
Ask my Pops. I get mad props
Almost as much as I get hate
Ya bitch-made behavior inspired my last mixtape
Keep on, I winning, I'm getting my Charlie Sheen on
My will's strong, I'm Hal Jordan with the ring on

Look, hip hop could prolly make y'all rich
But only if you put in work, graveyard shift
But if you don't, you gon' get laid off quick
I got love for all the DJ's that showed love and played our shit
And I respect the game, but the game all switched
I bet a nigga name hisself somethin' like Adolf Hitz
And talk shit, nigga, I know myself
I'm from the...Pear Orchard, Beaumont, Tex
Who would have guess, a small-time nigga from a small town
F*ck around and sound like one of the greatest of all time
I told you my style is murder in the first
Flower-bringing, gospel-singing, but in reverse
I bring life, my first instinct is think twice
(Right now)
You can get it for a dope fiend price (dope fiend price)
But only for a limited time
Like when I used to have spiritual and criminal mind
I'm...

Not what you want me to be
Aye yo, I'm not what you want me to be
'Cuz I'm me
Not what you want me to be
Aye yo, I'm not what you want me to be
'Cuz I'm free
Not what you want me to be
Aye yo, I'm not what you want me to be
'Cuz I'm free
Not what you want me to be
I can't be what you want me to be
'Cuz I'm me

G-R-I-double Z-I, word to my grandpops
Known to keep the spot hot like when the fan stops
I won't stop, once the beat drops 'til after the fan stops
You should stop tryin' to do like me, ya can not
I'm off kilter, a sack and a itty-bit of yac
And I'll spit a gang of shit without a filter
Just keep ya head down and ya trap shut or get your rack touched
And that gang of shit I said I spit will get, backed up
You don't get it, attack a track furiously
Qb said I take the shit a bit too seriously
(You take the shit a bit too serious G)
But I can't be what I ain't, I'm not a faker
I'm the Only, Grizzileo the Great
The mutha f*ckin' Noizmaka
And we the ones, take over this bitch, with a bit of luck
Take it how you want, I don't give a f*ck
Put it in your pipe and smoke it
Or run it up your flag pole
Undeniable, critics can blow it out their asshole

I bring life, my first instinct is think twice
(Right now)
You can get it for a dope fiend price (Dope fiend price)
But only for a limited time
Like when I used to have spiritual and criminal mind
I'm...

Not what you want me to be
Aye yo, I'm not what you want me to be
'Cuz I'm me
Not what you want me to be
Aye yo, I'm not what you want me to be
'Cuz I'm free
Not what you want me to be
Aye yo, I'm not what you want me to be
'Cuz I'm free
Not what you want me to be
I can't be what you want me to be
'Cuz I'm me