Heart

(album: Strange Journey Volume Two - 2009)

Too many niggas talk hard then shit bricks when the beef hits
Fight night, where are you?
Behind anotha nigga like an eclipse
Real cats throw down while you hide your paws
You as soft as the gauze paramedics gon' wrap round yo' jaw
How you act up, don't back up your words just yo nerve
In a room full of goons you and yo' crew are hors d'oeuvres
Please, don't act like no killa if you ain't no gorilla
Real apes break limbs and your heart got sap flowing in it
Let me pull you off to the side so you can get slapped for a minute
You plus this otha nigga don't equal Popeye on spinach
Ooh, who told you that?
That's fo' sho' loose rap
I'll take my knuckles and make you a brand new hat
Look too hard for beef, end up with a brand in ya back
Take a stand or take the stand and say, "He did that."
It's yo' choice my friend, it's yo' voice my friend
That's done got you inside this predicament

What do you do?

Howled out yo mouth, buncha bitches and hoes
The realest of real niggas know how this goes
Talking all bow like you control the scene
You're mean, but what does this mean?

Big mouth, e'rry night, e'rry fight, a nigga there, front row
Instigating like Satan, but facing no blows
You talk it, but beat round the bush like a lez
No Grandmaster Flash, never been round no ledge
So you beat on the girls, beat on yo chest
And when shit get tense, a nigga be on his best
A bit of suspense, a nigga be in his dress
See stress, you turning princess
What do you do?
Can't let people know you a tool
And Jonas Brothers are rock harder than you
So you cold front like the leader of cool
And the king in the Legion of Fools

What do you do?