Truly Yours '98

(专辑： Soul Survivor - 1998)

Yeah
Uhh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, here we go
Here we go baby
Let's go with the flow (mmhm)
Check out the trio (word)
Pete Rock and Large Pro
G Rap
Yo

This I dedicate to the girl I rate
As a ten then again she was probably an eight
Her ass was kinda phat so she moved me yo
When I scoped out her mental was straight said "Let's roll"
Started seeing this shorty, everynight and everyday
On the rebound around left right and hey
I'm a critical brother, when it comes down to broads
But this wop here is like the Grammy Awards
Had, style and grace and class a lot of taste
On a slow dance we romance around my place
Like a king from Queens is how she made me feel
And if I did dirt it was locked and sealed
No doubt was all about me and my love thing
If the phone called Paul I was letting it ring
Absolutely, she looped me, the hook was good
Niggas bugging on me bugging in my neighborhood
Yeah boss, but on course is my game plan, and
Shorty wop keep me chilling with the name brand
Kicks and whips, going all out chicks, flicks and tours
Yeah you know who you is kid, truly yours

Yo yo yo
I like what you said right there son (yeah)
(Forreal)
(Yo)
But now I'ma let 'em know how I feel (yeah)
(KnowhatI'msayin'?)
Check this out

This I dedicate to the mixtapes I hate
Exclusive shit, it really holds no weight
Put ya skills on the plate backspin to eighty-eight
Now this I dedicate to a girl I hate (uh huh)
Try to post fly (what?), with ya Maybelline eyes
Sporting DKNY working on ya alibi
Imitation at best, (word), Miss American Express
Dismiss the charge, Kool G Rap and Large Pro
Here to let you know we're not the mens
I'm through with you but still talk ta ya friends
Don't stop to say hi, or even re-apply
The position is filled, with fresh new material (what?)
Keep ya head up, catch some black cat luck
Sped off in my truck not giving a fuck
Looking At My Front Door, but it's locked and closed
So I use the window for all you ninety-eight hoes
Truly yours

Whoooo!
Weeeee!
IIIIIIIIIIIIII heard that
Word
Yo, G Man
Kick that shit you was kicking back in the days about that girl, kid

Ay yo, go head hood rat
I can't see where ya any good at
Put that trash back on tha rack
You a put back, a stripper
Just like a chicken pecking wherever wood at
You sewer rat, better be careful where you step ya foot at
You might get snapped, caught in the trap
Sneeking 'bout a cheese stack so cease that and ease back
You fleece that it's G Rap many cats wanna be that
Better believe that, iced up, find me where it's below zero degrees at
Ski's at, see the G stack puffing on scarface and garcia vegas
G Rap and Pete Rock we bond papers
Both of us together we bomb makers, bottles of Dom breakers
Many mansions on farm acres, pushing porsches with four doors
Diamonds with no flaws, with the pretty mamas
On beaches of bahama shores
Pinky ring is like a stone age without the dinosaurs
Coming from me G Rap yo, truly yours

Yeah kid (yeah kid)
We got to diss that girl, yo (diss that girl, yo)
Ah shi
KnowwhatI'msayin'? (word)
Still the same (still the same)
Nuthing changed (nuthing changed)
Ha haa! (ha haa!)
For real though (for real though)
Uhh (uhh)
Yo, I don't even know why she trying to act all funny (all funny, all funny)
Now she heard me getting loud money (getting loud money, loud money)
Now y'all know how we living (how we livin')
Out (out)

"I don't know, I think, when when they write they own rap they tend to forget, the producer, slash DJ, or whatever. They always forget that. They always think, what what happen visually, how it did, momentarily, what the emcee said. Pete Rock proved tha he put the music in the forefront."