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Lyrics

[Lord Finesse]

Check it out, for those that know me

Ya wonder why I always play low key

I know I got people and fans that like me

But all the noise and attention don't excite me

So I just lounge and play the D.L

In the crib with just me and a female

I'm still slick besides the others

Cause a player like me

Yo, I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers

When I'm on the scene I get feedback

Brothers runnin up, wassup, where you be at?

I be by myself just coolin

Cause I don't have time to sweat what someone else is doin

Cause their not equal to me

I got places to go, money to make, people to see

What'cha gonna do

The man is comin through

(You got it goin on)

Hey yo, that ain't nothin new

But my fame is stressin others

So you always got some that always wanna test a brother

But I'm wildin at home kid

I'm straight makin papes, so tell me what ya problem is

Ya talk about unity, but when I turn my back

You talkin about what ya wanna do to me

Yeah, you could keep riffin

I ain't the one, I sent ya home with ya teeth missin

So stop runnin at the mouth

Straight up and down

You, you know what I'm about

Knockin brothers off

Knockin brohters out (3X)

Yo, you know what I'm about(repeat all 2X)

[Lord Finesse]

It's the man with the rough flow

Some niggas don't like me, but I don't give a fuck, though

Cause I'm in command y'all

I'm smacking niggas up like Puerto Ricans play handball

I ain't the funny type

To joke around, I gotta get my motherfucking money right

Cause I got the right game

Definitely the wrong man to invite to a dice game

I'm rolling numbers with no practice

I'm snatching up dough like the motherfuckers owe taxes

Cause I got strategy

I'm rolling headcrack trips and making all the brothers mad at me

Word, I'm taxing shit

I'm shitting on niggas like I just had a laxative

Trying to earn props? I ain't the one to see

You clowns'll fuck around and get played like the drum machine

You gotta find a better way

I'll pull your card, your file, shit, plus your résumé

Cause I don't play, clown

I gotta get mine, that's why my face stay frown

I don't smile, don't try to pull my file

I lay your ass like towel, you know my motherfucking style

So just slow down cause y'all can't throw down

Y'all can't accept that a nigga's making dough now

And I'm living better, troop

And I'm making more noise than a fucking heavy metal group

I'm a cool man, a brother with a smooth plan

That's why I'm seeing more papers than a news stand

So peep it, don't try to run around or speak it

Point blank, I keep my whereabouts secret

While niggas are packing steel, acting ill

I'm on the DL with a female and I'm stacking bills

How I'm living? Everything is well

Cause a nigga like me, well I'm ringing bells

Without doubt I got clout

Yo fuck that shit, yo you know what I'm about