歌曲 | Longevity |
歌手 | YoungStar |
专辑 | Can't Stay Away |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Ah yeah | |
Scarface | |
Short dog | |
Yeah | |
Longevity | |
Fake niggas... | |
{scarface:} | |
And you can tell em i said it | |
I said muthafuckas is takin the credit | |
Been in the game for 20 minutes, and they thinkin they legends | |
All on their videos showin off, frontin for the camera | |
One-hit wonders is playin games, fakin stamina | |
I damage ya, throwin blows to your egos | |
Flossin new leather, think you the shit wearin these clothes | |
And supposed to flash and have the finer things | |
But can't seem to keep your money, cause you're buyin rings | |
What is you gettin, 7 or 6, new record contract? | |
Bustin your bomb raps, but you ain't gettin your funds back | |
Fuck that, i been around since '86 | |
Way before my muthafuckin mind played tricks | |
And when too $hort told me this bitch, it wasn't givin | |
Cause i'm sick and tired of niggas fantasizin they livin | |
All on the tell-lie-vision tryina front like that's your car | |
With a fat-ass cigar, you ain't no muthafuckin star | |
What you are is a nigga lost, dazed and confused | |
Back in the day that you stepped in it is the day that you do | |
But on the cool, some niggas been around since the '70s | |
Steadily preachin to us all longevity | |
[chorus] | |
You don't get shit for free | |
Your own destiny | |
Longevity | |
Longevity | |
{kb:} | |
10 years ago a friend of mine | |
Asked me to say some mc rhymes | |
But back then i said: fuck rhymin, i was tryina get laid | |
But now it's '98, i'm all about gettin paid | |
Fuck that bullshit you niggas be on in your videos | |
Drive the shit your c.e.o. own | |
In their home, at their parties, you niggas dummies | |
Muthafucka, fuck the fame, it's all about the money | |
And then the power (money and the power) | |
Slingin tapes like powder | |
Everything i own is mine, don't understand 'ours' | |
This's a serious business | |
My nigga, take care of your business | |
Especially you niggas with gimmicks, your ass is finished | |
In the nick of time, fuck havin the tightest rhymes | |
You better grind, it's plenty fools dope without a dime | |
So i'm tight with mines, and i prove that every time | |
Just to let you niggas know i'm out to get mine | |
That's longevity | |
[chorus] | |
{too $hort:} | |
Who got the freshman flop or the sophomore jinx | |
Rappers blow up, fall off, and think | |
Been there, done that, about to make a comeback | |
I'm on some new shit, not like my young raps | |
I know what you sold, first album went gold | |
Then you changed the style, shoulda stuck with the old | |
Flows, and the old clothes, cause now you fake | |
You ain't got no hoes committin foul play | |
Hatin on me, but you're waitin to see | |
Old school too $hort in the place to be | |
I ain't backstage chasin young girlies | |
I'm chasin money, i'm in my early 30s | |
Still sellin records, and i'm still a real player | |
Can't understand how you still could be a hater | |
Said i don't stop rappin from the start | |
If you don't believe me, go check the charts | |
Bitch | |
[chorus] |
Ah yeah | |
Scarface | |
Short dog | |
Yeah | |
Longevity | |
Fake niggas... | |
scarface: | |
And you can tell em i said it | |
I said muthafuckas is takin the credit | |
Been in the game for 20 minutes, and they thinkin they legends | |
All on their videos showin off, frontin for the camera | |
Onehit wonders is playin games, fakin stamina | |
I damage ya, throwin blows to your egos | |
Flossin new leather, think you the shit wearin these clothes | |
And supposed to flash and have the finer things | |
But can' t seem to keep your money, cause you' re buyin rings | |
What is you gettin, 7 or 6, new record contract? | |
Bustin your bomb raps, but you ain' t gettin your funds back | |
Fuck that, i been around since ' 86 | |
Way before my muthafuckin mind played tricks | |
And when too hort told me this bitch, it wasn' t givin | |
Cause i' m sick and tired of niggas fantasizin they livin | |
All on the telllievision tryina front like that' s your car | |
With a fatass cigar, you ain' t no muthafuckin star | |
What you are is a nigga lost, dazed and confused | |
Back in the day that you stepped in it is the day that you do | |
But on the cool, some niggas been around since the ' 70s | |
Steadily preachin to us all longevity | |
chorus | |
You don' t get shit for free | |
Your own destiny | |
Longevity | |
Longevity | |
kb: | |
10 years ago a friend of mine | |
Asked me to say some mc rhymes | |
But back then i said: fuck rhymin, i was tryina get laid | |
But now it' s ' 98, i' m all about gettin paid | |
Fuck that bullshit you niggas be on in your videos | |
Drive the shit your c. e. o. own | |
In their home, at their parties, you niggas dummies | |
Muthafucka, fuck the fame, it' s all about the money | |
And then the power money and the power | |
Slingin tapes like powder | |
Everything i own is mine, don' t understand ' ours' | |
This' s a serious business | |
My nigga, take care of your business | |
Especially you niggas with gimmicks, your ass is finished | |
In the nick of time, fuck havin the tightest rhymes | |
You better grind, it' s plenty fools dope without a dime | |
So i' m tight with mines, and i prove that every time | |
Just to let you niggas know i' m out to get mine | |
That' s longevity | |
chorus | |
too hort: | |
Who got the freshman flop or the sophomore jinx | |
Rappers blow up, fall off, and think | |
Been there, done that, about to make a comeback | |
I' m on some new shit, not like my young raps | |
I know what you sold, first album went gold | |
Then you changed the style, shoulda stuck with the old | |
Flows, and the old clothes, cause now you fake | |
You ain' t got no hoes committin foul play | |
Hatin on me, but you' re waitin to see | |
Old school too hort in the place to be | |
I ain' t backstage chasin young girlies | |
I' m chasin money, i' m in my early 30s | |
Still sellin records, and i' m still a real player | |
Can' t understand how you still could be a hater | |
Said i don' t stop rappin from the start | |
If you don' t believe me, go check the charts | |
Bitch | |
chorus |
Ah yeah | |
Scarface | |
Short dog | |
Yeah | |
Longevity | |
Fake niggas... | |
scarface: | |
And you can tell em i said it | |
I said muthafuckas is takin the credit | |
Been in the game for 20 minutes, and they thinkin they legends | |
All on their videos showin off, frontin for the camera | |
Onehit wonders is playin games, fakin stamina | |
I damage ya, throwin blows to your egos | |
Flossin new leather, think you the shit wearin these clothes | |
And supposed to flash and have the finer things | |
But can' t seem to keep your money, cause you' re buyin rings | |
What is you gettin, 7 or 6, new record contract? | |
Bustin your bomb raps, but you ain' t gettin your funds back | |
Fuck that, i been around since ' 86 | |
Way before my muthafuckin mind played tricks | |
And when too hort told me this bitch, it wasn' t givin | |
Cause i' m sick and tired of niggas fantasizin they livin | |
All on the telllievision tryina front like that' s your car | |
With a fatass cigar, you ain' t no muthafuckin star | |
What you are is a nigga lost, dazed and confused | |
Back in the day that you stepped in it is the day that you do | |
But on the cool, some niggas been around since the ' 70s | |
Steadily preachin to us all longevity | |
chorus | |
You don' t get shit for free | |
Your own destiny | |
Longevity | |
Longevity | |
kb: | |
10 years ago a friend of mine | |
Asked me to say some mc rhymes | |
But back then i said: fuck rhymin, i was tryina get laid | |
But now it' s ' 98, i' m all about gettin paid | |
Fuck that bullshit you niggas be on in your videos | |
Drive the shit your c. e. o. own | |
In their home, at their parties, you niggas dummies | |
Muthafucka, fuck the fame, it' s all about the money | |
And then the power money and the power | |
Slingin tapes like powder | |
Everything i own is mine, don' t understand ' ours' | |
This' s a serious business | |
My nigga, take care of your business | |
Especially you niggas with gimmicks, your ass is finished | |
In the nick of time, fuck havin the tightest rhymes | |
You better grind, it' s plenty fools dope without a dime | |
So i' m tight with mines, and i prove that every time | |
Just to let you niggas know i' m out to get mine | |
That' s longevity | |
chorus | |
too hort: | |
Who got the freshman flop or the sophomore jinx | |
Rappers blow up, fall off, and think | |
Been there, done that, about to make a comeback | |
I' m on some new shit, not like my young raps | |
I know what you sold, first album went gold | |
Then you changed the style, shoulda stuck with the old | |
Flows, and the old clothes, cause now you fake | |
You ain' t got no hoes committin foul play | |
Hatin on me, but you' re waitin to see | |
Old school too hort in the place to be | |
I ain' t backstage chasin young girlies | |
I' m chasin money, i' m in my early 30s | |
Still sellin records, and i' m still a real player | |
Can' t understand how you still could be a hater | |
Said i don' t stop rappin from the start | |
If you don' t believe me, go check the charts | |
Bitch | |
chorus |