BARBER SHOP MC'S - Music, money, women lyrics

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Barbershop.. Emcees

Yeah.. yeah.. yeah

They don't know about is..

Barbershop, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah..

In case you didn't know, who this is

[ Verse One ]

It's the Barbershop, the one and only

Crushing all these phoneys, in the clubs they my homie

In the streets, they don't know me

They cowards, they try to live a lifestyle, that's ours

For the people who live hip-hop, hour after hour

Minute by minute, as the seconds tick I'm reccing shit

Put it in writing till my seeds get inperited

The place keep fearing it, people keep hearing it

Barber Shop MC's, freestylin' over instruments

Spark a blunt then a incent, fix it

They put on a tape, my DJ was pissing, sat on a mission

To dimes I blow kisses, to wack crews I throw disses

'Cause it's the point they missing,

This is what you call the best in the West,

Full flex hip-hop, without the bulletproof vest

[Verse Two]

See our word to life, breathtaking rhymes

Signed, connected by me, collected emcees

Elected by the crusher heights, officially

See my duty as an emcee, from the Barber Shop, fresh cut the hip-hop

Chicks pussy pop to this, while I'm sippin' Guiness

Clothes smellin' like Cis' without the Yes-Yes, we bless this

It ain't my fault like Mr. Cruelty, so intengiable to much to handle

Battlers that are just to be gambled, that you might lose, fuck it you will

Toting guns that kill, this is for real

S-K, watch my dayring, my A.K.-shot sounds is

The same thing that's heroine, that's why the brain fiends

Haters spotting trainspotting, they baking on a scheme

To annihilate the number one team

[Hook x4]

The Barber Shop, got

The music, the music

The money, the money

The women, the women

[Verse Three]

Yo, hitting corners, rolling quick

Barber Shop's city slicks, that's the main of type a nigga to blow a nigg

Do or dub, hit the ball walking in the club

Telly on the rock, tight twisting up a dub

Is in the corner rollowing, wards walking through the club

Dames following, drove on his neck with the bottle 'n

That's expected, I can't help it if my whole crew's infected

with dopeness, it's hopeless

¿Like Heru told you to focus, chop form just like Locus¿

Out for the kill and the take-over, drove around from L.A. to Dover

The type of cats you can call Rovers

We roaming, like some Rah Rah Wild is foaming

We sick 'cause we kick, the sick-ass ly-rics

It's contagous, 'cause my whole crew's outrageous

Barber Shop nigga, can't nobody else stage this

[Verse Four]

The Barber Shop crew, we got nothing else to do

But hit y'all niggas of with some shit that's brand new

Understand, I'm so hype man, I don't even need a hype man

Just give me a motherfucking mic-stand

The third good Marshall education

And look forward to taking on the nation with the inspiration

My desperation, my eye-examination, concentration, congratulations!

Before Jane and Lee, I torture emcee like the Bliddy

Burn a nigga up like a black committee

Fresh-baked breads, and vegetables, put it up to Lectables

These women we meet wanna get sexual

Heavy drinker, heavy thinker

Corrowicks, that's the questions you wanna know to the niggas that know that shit

Half-a-house, a car one night, blow it

You got the skills, show it

I drink hard liquor, and shake up the Moet

Celebrate toast to the upmost great, net weight, fish on the plate

Niggas in emergency state, get ya weapons

Protect your family and get to stepping (stepping)

[Hook: 'til fade-out]

The Barber Shop, got

The music, the music

The money, the money

The women, the wome