Barber Shop Mc's - Music, Money, Women Lyrics
Barbershop.. EmceesYeah.. yeah.. yeahThey don't know about is..Barbershop, yeahYeah, yeah, yeahYeah..In case you didn't know, who this is( Verse One )It's the Barbershop, the one and onlyCrushing all these phoneys, in the clubs they my homieIn the streets, they don't know meThey cowards, they try to live a lifestyle, that's oursFor the people who live hip-hop, hour after hourMinute by minute, as the seconds tick I'm reccing shitPut it in writing till my seeds get inperitedThe place keep fearing it, people keep hearing itBarber Shop MC's, freestylin' over instrumentsSpark a blunt then a incent, fix itThey put on a tape, my DJ was pissing, sat on a missionTo dimes I blow kisses, to wack crews I throw disses'Cause it's the point they missing,This is what you call the best in the West,Full flex hip-hop, without the bulletproof vest(Verse Two)See our word to life, breathtaking rhymesSigned, connected by me, collected emceesElected by the crusher heights, officiallySee my duty as an emcee, from the Barber Shop, fresh cut the hip-hopChicks ***** pop to this, while I'm sippin' GuinessClothes smellin' like Cis' without the Yes-Yes, we bless thisIt ain't my fault like Mr. Cruelty, so intengiable to much to handleBattlers that are just to be gambled, that you might lose, ***** it you willToting guns that kill, this is for realS-K, watch my dayring, my A.K.-shot sounds isThe same thing that's heroine, that's why the brain fiendsHaters spotting trainspotting, they baking on a schemeTo annihilate the number one team(Hook x4)The Barber Shop, gotThe music, the musicThe money, the moneyThe women, the women(Verse Three)Yo, hitting corners, rolling quickBarber Shop's city slicks, that's the main of type a nigga to blow a niggDo or dub, hit the ball walking in the clubTelly on the rock, tight twisting up a dubIs in the corner rollowing, wards walking through the clubDames following, drove on his neck with the bottle 'nThat's expected, I can't help it if my whole crew's infectedwith dopeness, it's hopeless¿Like Heru told you to focus, chop form just like Locus¿Out for the kill and the take-over, drove around from L.A. to DoverThe type of cats you can call RoversWe roaming, like some Rah Rah Wild is foamingWe sick 'cause we kick, the sick-ass ly-ricsIt's contagous, 'cause my whole crew's outrageousBarber Shop nigga, can't nobody else stage this(Verse Four)The Barber Shop crew, we got nothing else to doBut hit y'all niggas of with some shit that's brand newUnderstand, I'm so hype man, I don't even need a hype manJust give me a mother*****ing mic-standThe third good Marshall educationAnd look forward to taking on the nation with the inspirationMy desperation, my eye-examination, concentration, congratulations!Before Jane and Lee, I torture emcee like the BliddyBurn a nigga up like a black committeeFresh-baked breads, and vegetables, put it up to LectablesThese women we meet wanna get sexualHeavy drinker, heavy thinkerCorrowicks, that's the questions you wanna know to the niggas that know that shitHalf-a-house, a car one night, blow itYou got the skills, show itI drink hard liquor, and shake up the MoetCelebrate toast to the upmost great, net weight, fish on the plateNiggas in emergency state, get ya weaponsProtect your family and get to stepping (stepping)(Hook: 'til fade-out)The Barber Shop, gotThe music, the musicThe money, the moneyThe women, the women
