Tha Anthem

(album: 6:16 The Genesis - 2001)

[Chorus 1]
Y'all don't know who ya fucking with, baby
Y'all gon' fuck around and make a nigga go crazy
Y'all don't know who ya fucking with, baby
Y'all gon' fuck around and make us all go crazy
Say...

[Verse 1]
Yo
I roll with niggas that blow 'dro and blow holes in yo torso
Deveras, mama, te digo la verdad
I ain't trying to impress ya just to get under ya dress
Nor am I trying to worry yo ass to leave you caught up in stress
I'm The Real Mc Coy, I'm as real as they come
Other niggas can talk about it, but nigga be silent with their tongues
Instead of yapping gums, how they be holding guns
How they be selling drugs and how much niggas give 'em love
Don't they know that I don't give a fuck about what they got
Bragging about yo shit in front of me can get ya just got
I ain't playing no games, I done said it before
I'm taking niggas' platinum plaques and putting my shit on they walls
I'm like the...
Best kept secret, that nobody knows
Only moving about in these streets and carried out by these hoes
See some niggas out here, they only care for themselves
My and my niggas are the opposite: we catch this bread well
And if cats don't realize this, they ain't compliant
Never had no real cheese up in they muthafucking pocket
Papa taught me never be greedy, with the money you hold
But watch out for fake niggas, and them gold-digging hoes
Now these are the words that I'm a live by, till the day that I die
Fuck the nigga that doesn't understand, and has to ask why
Has to ask why, has to ask why, fake ass muthafuckas have to ask why
Now...

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]
La la, la la, laaaa, la la, la la, la la, laa laa, la la, laaaa
Now all my thug muthafuckas say...
La la, la la, laaaa, la la, la la, la la, laa laa, la la, laaaa

[Verse 2]
Ay yo I'm tired of being broke, and not having nothing to show for
I'm tired of popping ecstas. sipping on too much liquor
I'm tired of niggas making promises they can't keep
I'm tired of all this stress that's unabling me to sleep
I gotta...
Get on top of things, make some moves in this game
Anyone can lay the track, but only I can bring the fame, and for as
Long as I reign, I'm a bang on the brain
Making it hard for modern niggas in the streets to complain
Listen to the ones who, smoke Lala, and sniff up all the powda
And sell it for hot dollar, and don't give a fuck about nada
Gemini, the greatest, I'm a ball till I fall
And I'm a, reassure your thought with a fucking plaque on the wall
Mutha-fuckas...

Y'all don't know, who ya fucking with, baby
Y'all don't know, who ya fucking with, baby
Say...

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]