Steal The Show

(album: Country Grammar - 2000)

[City Spud:]
Yo, 'fore the nigga mention my name I let him know the deal
I'm the nigga, same nigga, thought was a lame nigga
Now I push a Range nigga, you know the name nigga
Peep the Iceberg jeans, the ice chain nigga
And if I got beef I let the whole world know it
So if you got beef let the whole world know it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't finished talkin 'bout it 'til ya top gone nigga
Dissin my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns. I'm on a
Beach in L.A. fucking fly misses while you
Niggas at the crib tryna find misses, yo I'm getting
Head from the Mexican dime bitches, them niggas
Mad 'cause they riches ain't like my riches

[Murphey Lee:]
Ayo, I'm Murphey Lee the Schoolboy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, Vokal, Cammy, and Wallabies
I smoke la like daa-da-dee, it got me booming like ba-da-bing
Rap, don't gotta sing 'cause I get my hum on
Actually I get hummed on, hoes tongues be on my dong dong
Gevity-long, head at night, head in the morn
Lunatic, five strong, King Kong's are writing songs
Cats be getting gone thinking they got it going on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home
Check the background, St. Louis clown from the U-Town
Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down
Same crew now, it's too damn quiet but too loud
Hoes be pretending always saying they too proud
If I ruled the world, I do now
Me and the 'Tics 'bout to rack 'em and move the crowd

[St. Lunatics:]
Call the cops (why?) I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to steal the show
(Where you from?)
From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4
Call the cops (why?) I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to steal the show
(Where you from?)
From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4

[Ali:]
I rip grass
And smash, with a .44 mag, this nigga jag
From the front to the back I heard it crash, nigga you sassing I hurt 'em bad
You heard him laugh, talkin trash 'bout whooping my ass
I never let a nigga do that, who that? Get his brains blew back with a new gat
Yelling, "True that", hollow tips is going clean through that
And I didn't have to get my whole team just to do that
In a blue hat, with a black baggy Karl Kani
An iced out ring just to score on your eye
Hard to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory
Cats is sick like H-I-V if they feeling weak
We be [?], Jackie Frost, [?]
Danny Terrio, [?] shows to the Motorola
Money hold up, whipping the Rover, high roller dog
What you holdin'? I'm paid, so controlling y'all
Yiggidy yes y'all like Das EFX, I's be next
To rep that Midwest, it's sets and projects

[Kyjuan:]
Now once Kyjuan say hit the safe, raise the stakes
'Tics in fifty states, might as well blaze the cake
I got moves to make, transactions to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I'm selling CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still a snake no matter the size or shape
Those that hate, anchored with weights, found in the lake
Come off the chain my main, you tied to the gate
First you caught a case, second you caught the babes
Third, you caught me with your date, that was no mistake
Good things come to those who wait
So if you waiting on them 'Tics, huh, they gon' be late
In your house with your spouse I'm doing the nasty
I'm a felon, ask Jay, I rob industries and ashtrays
Branson and hashy, [?]
And wrap something and burn the place, ya heard me

[Nelly:]
Watch me load up the ammo, cock it back slow
In the back door, infrared low
Tell me something that I don't already know
Like, which one of these closets contain cash flow
Got three little problems I just thought you should know
Peep, I'm addicted to "yes" and I'm allergic to "no"
I'm obsessed with dough, money making and the hoes
Anything other than satisfaction gon' blow
Heard through the grapevine you looking for me
Couldn't be, 'cause if it was you would be booking from me
Shook when ya see Nelly rolling in the GS-3
Hanging out the sunroof like "bing, bing, bing"
Back the car up, pop the trunk now
Can ya hold ya breath 'cause I'ma flood this town
That ass scream, "Nine-second-five right here"
Neighbors on the lawn like, "Nelly, why right here"

[St. Lunatics:]
Call the cops (why?) I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to steal the show
(Where you from?)
From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4
Call the cops (why?) I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to steal the show
(Ayy, where are you guys from again?)
From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4
Call the cops (why?) I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to steal the show
(I didn't quite get that the first time, could you tell me again, where you guys from?)
From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4
Call the cops, call the cops, call the cops, call the cops
Call the cops, call the cops, call the cops, call the cops