Ishues

Ishues - y'all Don't Hear Me songtekst

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[Intro]

Whoa! Yeah, haha

Holla at ya boy man

This thing's about to get ugly man

It's that dude, ah

Ishues!

Its crazy right now (Crazy!)

The world is not ready (It's over baby!)

We taking over the whole industry right now!

But y'all don't hear me

Naw, y'all don't hear me



[Chorus]

Y'all don't hear me when I speak (What!)

You just listen to the beat (What!)

If you bouncin' and you don't know why, (What!)

Whylin' in the streets (What!)

Get the elbows in the air (What!)

Throw them bows like you don't care (What!)

Get crunk, play ball, its on up in here! (What! What! What! What!)

Y'all don't hear me when I speak (What!)

You just listen to the beat (What!)

If you noddin' and you don't know why (What!)

Whylin' in the streets (What!)

Got the hands up in the air (What!)

Throw them up like you don't care (What!)

Get liiiiiive, boy, cause its on up in here! (What! What! What! What!)



[Verse 1]

I'm the answer to your problems

If you listen to my album

Line me up, some shows I rock 'em

Call me Ishues cause I got 'em

Yo who shot him? It was me, I said

Damn, ol' nigga why you be like that? (Yeah)

I'm the one like Jet Li, test me

Lets see if you'll be right back

Where's my soldiers that'll ride with me, will die with me

Will go and mix live with me, will rock with me

Will go till one stops the beat, drop the beat, and make y'all pop the heat

This is gonna be a hit now, get down!

I don't rip shows, I rip towns

Get on any beat, switch styles (Wait a minute!)

Slow it down, make it all fit now

It's the I to the S, now gimme the H

U-E-S yes, y'all, niggaz you hate

Tri-State, hats off to the 'Nolia state

From the Empire State to the Golden Gate

(Ewww!) Yo' flow kinda nasty

That shit reminds me of a track meet

Problem is, your rhyme sounds like a trash heap

When I'm done, everybody in the stands gonna catch me!



[Chorus]



[Verse 2]

Wallow while you ridin'

Noddin' while you drivin'

Switch the styles so while I'm rhymin'

(Droppin' bombs!) Yo every time I see a

microphone I get it, spit it

Rip it, never quit it

Wicked with the way I flip it

Made it ma! I probably did it

Give it to you any way you want it

Darn it, you ain't on it

You get flaunted if you up

But don't get mad when you lay dormant

On the street with bloody clothes with holes

Make dough off muddy flows

Suppose your eyes could close at night

Do you know where you want to go?

I only show you how to live

Can't raise you though, I got a kid

I gotta give you nothing but the hottest with a ... twist

I'm dropping it from Jersey to the Dirty Dirty, yeah you heard me

Half these rappers suck like Kirby, do I think I'm hot? Certainly

Hurtin' me, well that's impossible, illogical

I'm virtually unstoppable

To try me is to end up in a hospital

I gotta go the distance, see this day down to the finish

When it's over state my independence, can I get a witness?



[Chorus]



[Outro]

Northside yeah! (What!) Yo it's on up in here! (What!)

To the southside yeah! (What!) It's on up in here! (What!)

To the eastside yeah! (What!) It's on up in here! (What!)

To the westside yeah! (What!) It's on up in here! (What!)



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