DR. AMA - Be Serious lyrics

rate me

Bredren, let's play to win or don't play at all

Hustle hard ya'll cause welfare don't pay it all

Doc Ama, stay on call to brawl

Frauds lift at the applause, sell leads over wars

Show that rage on stage when asked to engage

They bitch made, stay with shit in they drawers

Ya'll clowns funny like MadTV, cop the bootleg of your sad CD

But what really sad is me

M.C.'s ain't M.C.'s no more, and hip hop

Turned into a two dollar whore

And New York niggas trying to be coutry to score

I'm here at the industry door with the four to wage war

Would love to sign a deal with Def Jam, but what's left, fam?

Can't quit, promote my own shit til nothing left, fam

Walk my own to the bone, that's how it's going down here

Two MC's, don't clown here, don't come around here

50 Cent's the hardest? Come on (be serious)

Ludacris the livest? Come on (be serious)

Lil' Wayne, be serious

South run hip hop? You can't be serious

Be the worse to wear it, and the church won't care

Search and find ya body in the dirt somewhere

Let the darkness begin, my style harvest where the sharks grin

Sharpshooting time marksman

Find your hollow carcass in the park, pigeons

Starving each your armpits, maggots part ya lips

To partition your skin, scars and digits, hard decisions

Fucking with my squad or live it

You artificial niggas, the target is you, play my bottom issue

Desert eagle miss and marks your tissue

Gotta kiss you, mwuah, Satan's gonna spit on you

You a joke to him cause son's done little you

And slug something pitiful, put the hit on you

That's how I make hits, my tongue shapeshift to make the snakes hiss

You not the man-man, crush your life in the palm of my hand, man

We grand stand, out to stick up bitch, then escape in the van, man

You'se a fraud, even your broad like Ama you can-can

Bang the gooshy, she ready to push you out the plan, man

Doc a/k/a the Sandman, put clowns to sleep with the blam blam

The hammer pop, put dots in your Trans Am

Go head flap ya gums, must of forgot we got guns

Snitch home, blocks is hot for putting work with the black one

I'm nice, B, even your favorite MC recite me

A hype V, grapple the mic device ignite excitedly

You don't excite me, who give a fuck if you icey

With the poker, poke holes in you like the IV

I'm sheisty, with the moca blow holes in your white tee

Quick to stroke ya, fill up the holes in your wifey

Play the strip nightly, S.I.C., the night breed

The mic fiend, peace to the God Rakim and Prince Rakeem