LYRIC FOR SALE

By Q-Heffna/2Deep

(Chorus) I'm that dude that you don't wanna fxxx with/but who are YOU?
I can't stand stupid people or dumb shit/who are YOU?
I been there/done that/sold shit and hit liqs/but who are YOU?
To my crew/I always stay true/loyalty above money/but...
(Verse)
Who are YOU/can you even answer the question
without talkin about your car/or giving your jewelry a mention?
Who are YOU/really/honestly/up in your room
are you that same dude/singing love songs to the broom?
Is it true/and if it is/are you embarrassed and shit
Cuz you brag about emptying clips at dudes who running they lips
but never do/or did/cuz you know you truly a bitch
wit cum on your back/asshole needin a stitch
That isn't Q/I break a niggas face when I swing
Turn my back on him/grab my bitch and keep doing my thing
Approach me with a weapon/and I'll send ya ass to the morgue
and get away from the scene/ before they ever tape/or block it off
You from down south/why you talkin like you thrive in New York?
I'll take you up north/and see if you really walkin the walk
You can't hide it for TOO long/niggas'll find out you's a mark
and pull your card for acting like you got the blackest of hearts.
(Chorus)

Verse 2
Eventually/you're gonna have to man up for YOU
or to stop someone from doin to you whatever they're tryin to do
Is it in YOU/if not/you gonna lay down/and die like a coward
just because/you claiming that grimy shit/like you never took showers
but wouldn't DO/be yourself/if you ain't really that hard
isn't it easier/than getting scarred out on the boulevard
reveal the truth/how do YOU measure/ the content of men
by what he's done/with his hands/and/without a pen
or by how well he crafted the vivid lies/he's livin in?
How you pullin back a slide on a .38/ with a cylinder that spins?
Or popping off 15 when it only holds 10?
Man, let ME begin/it's been awhile since I/put on some Timbs
Or hammered some pins/in the direction of anything with some limbs
To earn a lot of my successes/I used to have to/jimmy a hinge
other times I tried to take it in other manners of sin
I've paid with my skin/money/lost time(s) and a/couple of kin
Don't stifle your grin/if you're really happy/then let it show
Let it glow/until you don't ever wanna lie about it no mo'
(chorus)
Verse 3
This is the proof/if your heart is really pumping that Kool-Aid
and you've been robbed mad times/cuz dudes know you're afraid
but you still haven't got your shit/or revenge/and never got paid
then stop acting like the next guy that tries/is about to get sprayed
Not by you/I'm sure you might could get some help from your squad
then again/if THEY were bout it in the 1st/ you probably wouldn't've been robbed
of all your loot/see what I mean/it doesn't pay to be a fraud
Or to fxxx with 2Deep/or our peeps/especially Heffna the God
of else you're through/you don't really HAVE to take me at my word
but if I tell you a stove's hot/are you gonna touch it and burn?
You'd be a fool/so please/lemme ask it again/yo, who are YOU
Be a dancer if you want/you wanna sing?/then sing too
Design clothes/write flows/or take your young ass to preschool
Be a sleuth/you'll probably look GOOD/in those police blues
You're not a goon/but why would you wanna be /anyway
What I'm saying is/if you be yourself/you can be and achieve/anything
So why settle for brawls, bangers, bruises and jail bars
That isn't cool/when your ships sail/you'll find your way to the furthest of stars
But do what you do...