Reachin' for Fame - Brotha Lynch Hung/Yukmouth/JV
Yeh yeh
Back at that a** once again
Had to do it 
B**ch niggaz in the town
You know sayin'
Tell 'em what I know
Know what I know
Word on the streets is
Don't quit you day job
I own spots while you won't
Even get to own a spot
I'm unconcious sippin'
On that sugary Saint I-des
Your raps need that Midas
Touch while mines rhymes
It's suicide f**kin' wit me believe it
I'll tuck the fifty cal now cause
Some niggaz tried to get me
Split me in half like a joint b**ch 
I had it crackin'
Slugs went flyin' through you window 
Ni**a I'm the captain
You just rappin' to get by 
Might have to get to wrapped in a 6-5
Might have to get that truckin'
And get locked
Ni**a you taste good like sour
Cream and chives over potatoes
I'm a tornado you just a puddle
A poodle talkin' sh*t 'bout to
Get one put in you noodle
Biotch you got the nuts to
Be attackin' back at me
My chap I'm strapped have the fifty
Pound metal in the back seat
And it's all legal got me dumpin'
At you Regal wid the do dirty
Gotta get mine done no matter who hurt me
Every b**ch I got I got the key to the spot
Better hide yo b**ch before
I get the key to your spot
Stand right over you bed wid yo glock
Put one right in you head you whole cake
You ain't even gon' play my
Sh*t rock up just like coc*ine
You a no name I'm preachin'
You still reachin' for fame
Same old sh*t but a different day
Back at these niggaz
Like boomerangs
Ni**a wanna come
Around and do my thang
Bangin' these niggaz
For the dead issues
Call the paramedics to get you
Not f**kin' wid me in this lifetime
Not thinkin' in my right mind
Like Mike Tyson when it's my time
Got these niggaz hollerin' woof
Baby you ain't hard as
Hundred proof
My fellow you just a ni**a
That won't fit in a puddle
Piece a sh*t nut ridin'
Get your a** outta hidin'
Dip on 21st street ridin' there
Won't be a survivor
You a** ain't no McGuyver
You done say the wrong thangs
The method that I got to give 'em
Bustin' out some teeth to say the less
You can save the rest for later
I mean I'm way to major
Like E-major ni**a
You claimin' my game but
You ain't nothin' but a hater
So when I pull out my tool scram
You riddled drain eggs and
Ham you in the fryin' pan
The way I reach out and snap
A ni**a like a rubber band
Oh no there goes another man tryna
F**k wid the Siccmade fam
Uh Uh again
God damn
These niggaz talk alot of sh*t but
Don't really know about C-O
That sneaky motherf**ka
Hit you a** like you P-O
When you least expect it with
The cold Smith and Wesson
Have my b**ch set you up at
The telly get you undressin'
Then it's lights camera
Action my pistol's blastin'
You night went from cashin'
To missin' fractions
But sh*t do happen 
So you shoulda been ready
Instead of doin' all that yappin'
Shoulda copped you somethin' heavy
We deadly like rattlesnake bites
Y'all the taddlin' type
Deal wit my pain and probably rattle you life
So instead of worryin'
About ours you need to see
What's the matter wit you life 
What's the matter wit you life boy 
You can't get it right 
What's the matter wit you life boy 
You can't get a life 
Then spark it up this hitter
Does so you can't get no ice
So now you wanna hold a grudge wid 
Niggaz like us
Beause we move sh*t like drugs where
Y'all stayin' and cus
And talk about the same sh*t all day
And us we on the next page and
After that the next page
So try again the next day
If you can't fade us today
Practice makes perfect lil'
Guy stay in you place
I'm a Southside rider 
Funk provider
Leave you in the trunk tied up 
Punk you lied to us
Just to tryna glock wid us get
A piece of the pie wid us
We too O-G I don't f**k
Wid them mics cuz
I'm diggy down it will take
Plots to get me now
And I got the fifty thou 
Wanna bet you not get me pow
I'm the threat starter fire starter
Put a hole in you Starter
And you couldn't find me
Cause it's time for departure
Tryna get you CD's out 
I know it start you
Blame it on me I got heat 
I leave you scortched up
I'm on the porch and nuttin' up 
Southside keep locked
Where the G's knock niggaz
Out for f**kin' up we tuck 'em up
Me and C-O and Tall Can
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