Classified - Find Out lyrics

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Find Out, Find Out

Find Out, Find Out

[Classified:]

Whats Goin On?

[Chorus: X2]

(You Gonna Find Out)

Sooner Or Later

(You Gonna Find Out)

Are You Ready For This?

(You Gonna Find Out)

Tell Em'who It Is

(Your Gonna Find Out)

Put Your Hands Up

Man Up

Look Up

Find Out

Cut Through The Rope

Nope

Not Stayin Tied Down

Gone For A Minute

Yup

Back On The Grind Now

Thought I Was Finished

Nope

Not Jerry Seinfeld

Whos This?

Guess Who

Back To Stay

Get More Use Outta Class Than A Plastic Bag

Moms Still Lookin At Me Like Act Your Age

Cuz Friday And Saturday Im About To Trash The Place

I Don't Facinate

I Live It

Thats It

I Even Bought A House

Over Writin Rap Shit

But Dont Get It Twisted

I Aint That Rich

Cuz Im Payin'off The Loan Till Im In A Casket

Country Boy

Move Out To The City Life

Back To Tha Sticks

Wit The Family And Minibikes

No Things Change I Spit Rhymes Nicest

This Games Givin Me A Mid Life Chrisis

[Chorus]

This Whole Thing Failed To Amaze Me

Since The 80's

This Hip Hop Thing Basicly Raidsed Me

The Lately Everyones Gun Is Off Saftey

What Happened To The Culture

Breakers And The Break Beats

When I Was 18

I Never Cared To Make Green

I'd Write Rhymes

And Turn This Day Job Into A Daydream

And Now A Day Its All Changing

Guess Im Growin'up

Cuz I Wonder What The F*Ck Are We Raising

Used To Be A Culture

Now Its All A Hustle

Used To Flex Skill Now We Flex Biceps

Ive Flipped Flow You Aint Tried Yet

Make You Expect The Unexpected

Sit And Get Your Mindset

I Call The Shot I Talk The Talk

And Im A Dieing Breed

Thats Still Tring To Eat First

Im A Mc First (Always)

Buisness Last

That Probaby Why I Made No Real Cash As Class

[Chorus]

Now I Dont Hate Gangster Rap

Till Someone Faked A Jack

Trying To Glorify It

With Hopes In Makin Cash

Steal From A Culture

And Never Pay It Back

Hate Repeatin Myself

But I Gotta State The Facts

Most Kids Know

That Its An Entertainment Purpose

10% Dont Wanna Be That Person

Wanan Sell Drugs

Hold Guns

Pimp Hoes

Buy Blades

Waste Money

Rob People

Get Dough

I Know Things Change

And Im Fine With That

But Now Where Gettin Judged

On The Crimeswe Did

Or The Dimes We Hit

Or The Lines We Snitch

We Used To Get Propd For The Lines We Spit

[Chorus]