Black Moon

[Buckshot]
Keep thinkin its easy, like all you gotta do is
Spit a hot verse to get on, and cop them new whips
Hah, jokes on you kid, you hot on your block
But not off your block, you need to pay more dues, kid
"Hold up, hold up, rewind that, I want yall to hear
that again"
Keep thinkin its easy, like all you gotta do is
Spit a hot verse to get on, and cop them new whips
Hah, jokes on you kid, you hot on your block
But not off your block, you need to pay more dues, kid
I know you wanna and shit, cause on the streets
Rap is bigger than crack to flip
You like, watch me turn the o to a ki
In one day, and one day turn to one week
See? I know you love the chains and the jeeps and
Hoes in the videos, make it so neat, like damn
All I gotta do is learn, to spit a hot 16, and its my turn?
Nuff la to burn - I earn my dues
Wanna do what I do, nigga, learn the rules
Rule one, whats that, never bite, cause when you bite
Thats like rockin ya mans drawers at club night
Ill, dis-gusting, keep bustin flows
You wanna shit like keep bustin, whoa
Pause, rule number two and three
Is the same as four, respect the laws
Five is, what you in this for?
Cause there is guide in this rap shit, this aint no image, pa
[Chorus: Buckshot]
Its not a game, in this game, everybody want bills
Everybody want mills, thatz how it iz
You cant explain the greatness, no fakeness
No imitation, thatz how it iz
Everybody wanna blow in the game
Some dont go long in this thang, thats how it iz
You can ask kids, the fact is
This rap shit, is not for the average
[5FT.]
Its not about, doing a demo, and gettin on
Its about handling business, being focused and strong
It takes, a hell of a lot, to make it to the top
Your blood, your sweat, meltin in the pot
Puttin in work, around the clock
See this shit dont stop, it goes beyond
Studios, and the press shot
Originality rules, when you limit the style
You seen the fa-tality blues
Either you sound like Kiss or Jay, but yall not them
Thats when you lose, drown in the pool, before you could win
This is a grown mans game, with grown mans aim
Not everybody blowin the game, is flowin the same
You must perfect your craft, if you plan to blast
Take this, as a little, lesson to last
Instead of, gettin the gash, you movin to fast
Cause your eyes are locked on the bling bling and the cash
[Buckshot]
Shorty, I aint gonna do shit, cabbage you
Say you nice, when you nice in average
You need to get your own flow mastered
Cause son already blew with that flow last year
[5FT.]
You claim you the nicest with identity crisis
Spit a whole heart to this jewel, cause its priceless
Perfect to your tightest, your highest
Dont be a carbon copy, end up on the strike list
[Chorus x2]
[ Thatz How It Iz Lyrics ]