Shabaam Sahdeeq - Straight Like That Lyrics
[Shabaam Sahdeeq]Yeah.. It's S-Double baby, yaknah'mean uhCan no mother*****in lil' executive sittin behind a deskTell me whaat's goin on in the streets, knahmeanI'm in the streets everyday uh, yaknowI'm in the party spazzin outDoin drinks, throwin blows.. what![Verse 1]Hate so thick when they know that you so sickSick hustle so swift, that I seen the track jip shipsPitch-black ***** from fools that pop shitLock shit, like clamps and shackles on hostageBlown ya mind with a poisonous verse, disperse ya teamLet's battle for ya change, whips, cash, and creamWhat? Sinister Sounds C.E.O., see me flowBreak niggaz apart like C3P-OY'all herbs ain't lethal, y'all niggaz is small peopleI crush you with a two ton verse, unrehearsedThey question the validity cuz they see me with us threeTrust me, it'll take a lot for you to crush meYour wife is a hussie, your crew; they hush-puppiesTry to bite like sharks, but get ate like guppiesTry to play me, look at the *****in monster y'all made***** Rawkus! I'm sharper than any razor bladeOn this one here, I'ma go straight for the jugularBrain and Jared, straight up be *****in each other (faggots)In the ass, straight gas without the TexacoI'm next to blow, like Molokov's in ya car windowAnd your artists could say they names thirty times in a songNiggaz ain't gon' remember once Sahdeeq get onAnd after this y'all could all go and make a diss songOr put a stamp on a bomb and mail it to ya moms[Hook w/ talking in background] 2xCuz straight like thatI'ma tell the world you wackStraight like thatWon't you take that knife out my backStraight like thatI'ma smack you with the back of the gatStraight like thatYou blast at me, I'll blast back[Verse 2]I got the fever baby... I'm hot and I'm sweatyI bring the drama to you fake-ass bookstore revolutionariesAnd all y'all niggaz think y'all know my steez, pleaseI moved everything, from coke to treesAnd every pull that I moved, I always was that new niggaI'm used to the hate, so watch how I do niggazDuke you straight crab-cake, I'll put you onGave ya first check, and your first artist the penAnd you overpaid street-team niggaz, shut ya trapWhen ya label done, you'll be back to flips it in CrapsThey got all y'all under pressure, but not me thoughI gots no company whip, or Company FlowAnd Black Shawn you can go 'head and smoke some more dustSinister Sounds, ain't none of y'all niggaz *****in with usAnd Pharoahe you my nigga, but ya manager a *****A mega, traitor -- push you down the escalatorThis for Arnold, Jason, and DiloAll you die-hard Rawkus fans just don't knowThe label is obsolete, I bomb ya fleetMove discrete, served the charge for a couple of weeksDidn't let my shit bump, Y'ALL NIGGAZ IS CHUMPS!So like camel backs, I'm leavin ya dome with two lumpsYou get rained on, better yet, get pissed onThis nigga is PISSED OFF, you boys rippin me off[Hook] 2x[Sahdeeq talking]Y'all lil' faggots up here, can't stop nothin, knah'meanWord up, Never Say Never, yaknah'meanShabaam Sahdeeq word up.. Sinister SoundsRaptivism, the next *****in chapter, ya'know...Word up, straight like thatBK - NJ shit yaknah'meanRun up in ya mother*****in Christmas party and spray shit*****in homos, word up..***** Rawkus, eat a dick..
