Testo Think About It - Torae
Testo della canzone Think About It (Torae), tratta dall'album Daily Conversation
Uh-huh, yeah
See, everybody talks street, got beef, but enough's enough
Get outta line and I'll fuck you up
Yeah, we all got goons, got guns with the gats is tucked
Say somethin', I'll fuck you up
I don't do rap beef, that's weak, man, the block I'm from
Raised me, we'll fuck you up
Say somethin', I dare you, think youngin won't air you
It ain't workin' to kill you, but I'll fuck you up
Think about it, man
Listen, don't ever get it confused, kid
I make music, so I'm part of the music biz
But don't get me caught up in no music shit
'Cause it ain't gon' boost your career, you gon' lose your shit
It ain't like when LL battled Kool Moe Dee
These new niggas, they dissin' your whole family
And if a nigga say somethin' 'bout Taylor B
I ain't gon' be wavin' no burner on Smack DVD
I take it to the street, Kay Slay, he paved the way
I smack the shit out a rapper on this Beyonce thing
Say my name, say my name if you feelin' brave
And I'll tattoo my palm print in your fuckin' face
I ain't a violent dude, fun-lovin', silent dude
But I had to send a disclaimer to all these clowns and crews
Keep it cordial, No Problem recordable
And I won't have to run up on stage and straight slaughter you
See, everybody talks street, got beef, but enough's enough
Get outta line and I'll fuck you up
Yeah, we all got goons, got guns with the gats is tucked
Say somethin', I'll fuck you up
I don't do rap beef, that's weak, man, the block I'm from
Raised me, we'll fuck you up
Say somethin', I dare you, think youngin won't air you
It ain't workin' to kill you, but I'll fuck you up
Think about it, man
Unh-uh, nah, Tor, we gon' run him up the block
Beat him out his shoes 'til he lose one of his socks
Give him a whole lot of forget-me-nots
Have him walkin' 'round lookin' like
He took a whole lot of whiskey shots
Rip him out right in front of his spouse
Right in front of his house for comin' out his mouth
Not monitornin' what was comin' out, you dumbin' out, son
Fuckin' thinkin' niggas wasn't comin' to hunt him down
And gun him down, how come, 'cause I'm buzzin' now?
But how dumb, you know the outcome when thugs around
But doin' this, you new to this, just a bunch of clowns
We do the thing, true kings from the underground
So show respect when we come around
A slick mouth is only gon' get you hit or pistol whipped out
A broken neck or poked in the chest
Smoke with the TEC, we on the best
See, everybody talks street, got beef, but enough's enough
Get outta line and I'll fuck you up
Yeah, we all got goons, got guns with the gats is tucked
Say somethin', I'll fuck you up
I don't do rap beef, that's weak, man, the block I'm from
Raised me, we'll fuck you up
Say somethin', I dare you, think youngin won't air you
It ain't workin' to kill you, but I'll fuck you up
Think about it, man
Yo, yo, Tor, what up? It's your man Phil Da F, man
What's up in the M.O.B. Firing Squad
Yo, check it out, son
Make sure that you get up with me later on, man
'Cause we doin' it real big M.O.B. style
So get up with your man
I'll holla back soon as you get it, aight?
Salute
Credits
Writer(s): Torae Liston Carr, Eric Gabouer
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