Supafly

(альбом: Set It Off - 2001)

Hey yo who's up in here?
The thousand foot squad

We smashing
Thousand be the head of the class and
Rolling through the party with the stereo blasting
We creeping it's been seven since last weekend
Everybody in the club freaking
And in the corner, I can see ya standing there
Black jacket 'n' long hair we've been exchanging stares
And I know ya, and what'cha thinking yeah right
Wearing ya clothes air-tight at the club every night and
Don't'cha know that brothers don't like the girls
That be into them guys that be telling them lies and listen here hun
Life's more than this
Ya tryin to tell me that'cha never get bored of this?

Yo, check this who you eye'in up for ya setlist
Fronting with ya fake gold necklace
Not respected, 'n' yet ya wondering why
Seen the gleam in ya eyes, as soon as ya spotted them dollar signs
Girl what's next? Who you hitting up for the Rolex?
Brothers need to check their specs
Brothers getting gamed on, thinking she loves you and all that
Need to get it all back, move on and step off that
She's the wrong type, but same goes for females
Cuz' guys be spitting lies, not telling the details
In the fine print, baby girl, don't sweat it
Cuz one of these days you'll regret it
And yo, the moral of the story is
Dogs and cats are notorious, for getting funny around cash money
So lesson learned, you playing with fire get burned
Respect yourself, peace, kid hope ya learned

You think ya something more ya so supafly
To the fact you're blind, you're so dead inside
It's hard for me to get this through to you
To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby
You think ya something more ya so supafly
To the fact you're blind, you're so dead inside
It's hard for me to get this through to you
To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby what!

Well it's the Sundance Kid
Yo the rap villain, I'm for real and
Peeps catching feelings of the lyrical caps that I'm peeling
Making noise y'all, me and my Krutch boys y'all, stand tall
Cuz yo we ain't never gonna fall, man forget that
Yo, we'll keep constantly coming right back
Like Christ when He rose on the third
Striking ya nerves take ya down, down, like Titanic to icebergs
If ya messing with a girl for her curves
And yo, you might be, you think ya something high and mighty
Might be that you be fronting
Most likely, no doubt, money be singing the same song
Respect yourself hun, it's the 34th Psalm

And sometimes I feel, so unbreakable, I'm so forsakeable
I'm shattered, things aren't as they seem
They're so in between, they're so make believe
That it's un-real, And wake me up when things are better
Cuz I can't take much more of this and take these rags
But leave my comfortable sweater
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Alone, alone, a-lone

You think ya something more ya so supafly
To the fact you're blind, you're so dead inside
It's hard for me to get this through to you
To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby
You think ya something more ya so supafly
To the fact you're blind, you're so dead inside
It's hard for me to get this through to you
To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby
You think ya something more ya so supafly
To the fact you're blind, you're so dead inside
It's hard for me to get this through to you
To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby what!