Yso'siris - I Be Get'n It Lyrics

I use to rock the lottos
With the colorful Levis

Bombers and fur collars
Sauconies and Filas

Break dancing pop locking
Since I was knee high

Back when Rakim
Was dropping science
On the third eye

Rec league Super Stars
Gain yards and touchdowns

Coaches at the games
Yelling Quiet Storm shut'em down

I use to run around
Chasing that hood fame

Gold tooth wit a deuce deuce
Building my street name

Bucking on these ******
Cause I felt they was soft and lame

My crew Raider ***** 249
We Banged with no shame

I was young but I was harder
Than them older ******

Boxing ole heads who tried to
Jack me for my lil paper

Tried to get my feet wet
Figured I can get it quicker

Got robbed numbers ain't match up
To the weight I pictured

What was I to do
I still ain't know the truth

Yet demanded my respect
See was raised with that fortitude

I been fighting since a youth
In my timb boots
On the corners hustling
And banging with my troops
Always knew I had the heart
To shoot a nigga if I had too
Glad I ain't never
Kill A nigga over issues
I was raised to fight
And If you don't really like a nigga
Then punch him in his face
And molly wop whoever with him
These niggas nowadays
Pull out and blast on sight
You can make one mistake
Get stripped of all your stripes

I been getting it
I be getting it
Politicking power moves
Making bags exist

We use to strip cars
Before we was pitching

Stereo systems missing
Anyone was a victim

Catching charges from fingerprints
Left upon the evidence

Hard times had us reduced
To doing devilish

Ways of action for satisfaction

Clashing with some local
Hard-head dudes
My crew they loved the action

Fighting for our honor
Before guns were drawn

Caught up in city beef
Retaliate slap you up son

A box-cuter sliced a *****
From his ear to his chin bone

Pencil poked a ***** before
He ever reached his chrome

I ain't never crossed a *****
Who ain't have it coming to him

Wild ass a **********
With power all instilled in him

You use to watch the Ole G's
Then I started talking to'em

They ain't have no wisdom for me
Just had a bag of poison

I was already hot
Young ***** on his money plot

Took my lil pack bagged up
And then I banged the block

I been fighting since a youth
In my timb boots
On the corners hustling
And banging with my troops
Always knew I had the heart
To shoot a nigga if I had too
Glad I ain't never
Kill A nigga over issues
I was raised to fight
And If you don't really like a nigga
Then punch him in his face
And molly wop whoever with him
These niggas nowadays
Pull out and blast on sight
You can make one mistake
Get stripped of all your stripes

I been getting it
I be getting it
Politicking power moves
Making bags exist

Now the game changed
And I created a new style

I'm in it for the paper
This time its going down

My work paid off
Cause I have paid my dues now

Shifted thru the drama
Now I'm back for that royal crown

This **** is easy
Cause i play in my own grounds

I don't even hear them
Cause I baste in my own sound

Look at my swagger
This is new It can't be found

My fresh kicks my fly ****
I'm from Phoebus town

Be in the city
Where gritty ****** they give me pounds

I politic and align shit
Just for the underground

Shake up the fake war takes place
I'll battle clowns

Line for line rhyme for rhyme
You wouldn't last a round

You wanna talk street ****
See ***** you a *****

Hood don't respect you
Since jail you been labeled snitch

Don't try to face me
While you on that ********

I'll expose you *****
As a fake *** counterfeit

I been fighting since a youth
In my timb boots
On the corners hustling
And banging with my troops
Always knew I had the heart
To shoot a nigga if I had too
Glad I ain't never
Kill A nigga over issues
I was raised to fight
And If you don't really like a nigga
Then punch him in his face
And molly wop whoever with him
These niggas nowadays
Pull out and blast on sight
You can make one mistake
Get stripped of all your stripes

I been getting it
I be getting it
Politicking power moves
Making bags exist

I been getting it
I be getting it

Rhyming to a perfection
When I spit my ****

Dangerous minds
My nine will kill for mines

Grind like a solider
Getting rich or dying trying