Versuri Writtin Rhymes

Check it out 
 
This is how I wanna spit it 
I bullshitted in the eighties 
(Forbid) 
I had to get my mind up off the ladies 
Like these worldly things 
 
A baby beam and shiny rings 
See this is how we do things 
When you're fuckin' with the kings of the streets 
 
New York is all respected 
But still we keep it hectic 
In places where we be wreckin' 
Where we from, Timbaland 
(VA) 
 
See that's my man so understand these things 
Three niggas thinkin' 'bout cream 
Me and Magoo, y'all realize we roll with CRU 
All respect to, that's why your girl ain't lovin' you 
 
We peep the card in the steez 
We even got the keys to the bed where you rest 
Your life is based on stress 
So just relax, kid because my mack days are in the mist 
 
And you ain't got a chance like Sharon Stone on the 'Last Dance' 
It's easy past, when I'm runnin' with your lady 
Ask yo boys, I'm pushin' your Mercedes, so what, nigga? 
 
If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do 
They don't gotta do anything else 
(They don't gotta do anything else) 
Say what, say what, say what 
 
If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do 
(That they wanna do) 
They don't gotta do anything else 
(They don't gotta do) 
They don't gotta nothin' else y'all, check it 
 
Dick 'em, Court VD, now I'm sick with 'em 
Ate a pack of cheese now I just bullshit with 'em 
Kick 'em, nigga when you're down, look I got to get cha 
Get away with the crime, that's the wrong picture 
 
I'm in a zone like a teen on a phone 
H-I with no V, but I stay full blown 
Hah, yeah yo, put nick out the door 
You move quick but, bitch, yeah, you're too slow 
 
Get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya fleas 
Somebody on the phone wanna talk to your [Incomprehensible] 
But I got my life, and Mary what's the 411? 
Niggas get shook when I rhyme, you best ta fuckin' run 
 
Get out the way 'cause my recitals suicidal 
I'm the rebel when I yell, y'all know, ask Billy Idol 
Son of a bitch 'cause he a son and you's a bitch 
Me die for you, girl, go dick your own bitch 
 
If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do 
(Say what, that they wanna do) 
They don't gotta do anything else 
(They don't gotta do 
They don't gotta do anything else, baby, say what) 
 
If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do 
They don't gotta do anything else 
(Check it out, check it out, say what, say what, say what) 
 
If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do 
They don't gotta do anything else 
(They don't gotta do anything else 
They don't gotta do, say what, they don't want) 
 
If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do 
They don't gotta do anything else 
(They don't gotta do anything else) 
Check it out, baby, we're talking to you 
 
Hear this beat, it's done by me 
I do them ill beats, ya know what I'm sayin'? 
People always try to bite me, yo, but they can't bite this one 
They might try but you know what? You got to pay up 
 
A samplin' fee if you bit me, like that, like that 
It's the beat, like that, Ginuwine, like that 
Aaliyah, like that, playa, like that 
Big Rob, like that, Big E, like that 
 
Of course, my man M A G O O and me Timbaland 
Jimmy D, we out for 97E, can't forget my man Elliot 
Only one, check it out, baby 
The fight just begun, we out