Heads Up
(专辑: Fire And Glory - 2005)
[Intro] Yeah, it's Mr. Kardinal Yeah, Black Jays! Oh what? [Verse] Yo, all the
shucking and jiving is over I'm the
chosen soldier, cold shoulder Your home boys told ya, flip your flows I
fold, you can fertilize with the
BS they sold ya I
need papers for the
style that I
loaned ya Everybody's talking about they getting busy, why don't ya? Weak players in the
game steady getting over I'm one of a
kind, like side gills on a
Rover First name Jay, but ain't similar to Hova My buzz is like rum mixed with Coca Cola My shine is incredible, versus a
solar I'm sick like a
seven-day-strain of Ebola I'm here! Yeah, nigga! [Hook x2] (One more time) No doubt, when we on the
block Because my niggas came ready to rock, boy [Verse] Step heavy like a
lion through the
jungle I'm lying if I
told you that I
wasn't raised humble I'm trying, but I
stumble, I
try not to mumble So you can hear it loud stupid (Let's get ready to rumble) I'll serve you son, like I'm supposed to The
only way I'm bi, is when I'm flying bicoastal Or buying fly wears, Nike Airs like most do I'm hotter, than the
hotter, than the
hotter, I'll roast you Got a
good habit of doing what you won't do Stop playing girl, you know I
ain't phoned you Check one of them suckers, you know that they want you I'm loco with the
vocals, most dudes just local I'm here! Yeah, nigga! [Hook x2] [Verse] Yo, rudeboys move in silence Don't want to hustle until they hear sirens I'm trying to be inspiring But my 6'4", 220 has a
lot of them kids perspiring 'Nuff dudes firing, too many getting shot So swallow your pride nigga, check whoever is hiring The
paper gangstas is who I'm admiring Those who get paper alive, and still smiling Y'all stay wilding, I'm trying to go the
mile and I'm rough enough to break New York from Long Island If you a
big man, why you acting like a
child? Pick up the
pace, and put down the
crack vial I'm here! Yeah, nigga! [Hook x2]