da beatminerz - shut da fuck up lyrics
(feat. apani b fly, jean grae)
you need to sh-shut the f-ck up.
[scratching in background “shut da f-ck up”]
wha wha – yea, yea
what, what – beatminerz baby
jean grae, a.b. emcee, stay out
yea take that, shut da f-ck up
know what i’m talkin about
[apani b fly]
i design this rhyme in my shrine where miracles happen
scheme; world domination, sn-tch queens next manhattan
so hold the latin quarter – behold the prophecy
i’m levitatin on water, demonstratin somethin properly
the a to the b, there can only be one
freeze time through the needle when my vinyl gets spun
get respect cuz i earn it, first time learn it
with the keys sissies, flip the file reverse and invert it
spray and burn it like i’m holdin areosol to a brick wall
type my name indelibly, so my legend won’t fall
apani y’all yes yes, the rest are powerless
who -ss-ssinate the queen, our strikers shut ’em down like gravity
[jean grae]
who stay spittin flows that get underground groupies and cats p-ssed
jean – black listed from shows, the rap antagonist
i work with ladies with brains twisted and talkin loud and sh-t
liqour ridden, fire spittin women will knuckle you b-tch
you troublin whips, n-gg-s rent, can’t afford a six
crash and when the cops come, you’ll find me hurlin the fifth
we got no dough, frozen wrists, or cris’,
guns’ll bust when wind blows
my fist could knock holes though n-gg-
wittier sh-t, gritty as h-ll, pretty as f-ck
dirty as motherf-ckers who actually f-ck they mother’s what
if you don’t like it – then don’t listen, but don’t talk
i’ll run up in your prom, with cans of blood on the catwalk
i ain’t playin, have you standin there,
bl–dy, drippin, and laughin cuz it’s all your fault
shut da f-ck up!
“so you wanna see how good you are?”
“it’ll just take me to show ya”
[hook 1: apani b fly]
now what you n-gg-s wanna talk about – “shut da f-ck up”
stank hoopy b-tches, and your bank account – “shut da f-ck up”
a bunch of sh-t n-body care about – “shut da f-ck up”
you silly b-tches love to run your mouth – “shut da f-ck up”
you shut da f-ck up!
[hook 2: jean grae]
now what these b-tches wanna talk about – “shut da f-ck up”
these strippers turn to rappers comin out – “shut da f-ck up”
who write your sh-t, you say its you, i doubt – “shut da f-ck up”
you silly n-gg-s love to run your mouth – “shut da f-ck up”
you shut da f-ck up!
[apani b fly]
this is real life rap, these n-gg-s not ready for
no posin and cr-p, beg your pardon, por favor
superior, orator came jaws like thor
soon as i drop some thunder sh-t, greedy n-gg-s want more
run the play-by-play, tackle cats like a fullback
it’s a dangerous game, come strong or get your skull cracked
blahti raise the thermostat, collapse, robber formats
dodge traps like the clap, do it for all ghetto blacks
stand firm like i’m cemented, jean grae my comrad
enter the dragon, we demented, sick, and highly complemented
slick witted, star figures, acid-laced hallucigenics
we fire-spittin b-tches, disregard the bullsh-ttings
[jean grae]
n-gg-s stay runnin your mouth, teeth or sh-t drippin off
bottomed-out, permanent south, some bitter cats, so f-ck y’all
we hot on wax, we hot on stage
my tongue’s a twelve gauge, lips – uzis, spray the page
y’all some click-n-drag n-gg-s – chatroom with f-g n-gg-s
backpack and bag n-gg-s – play body and tag n-gg-s
we raps best when we step in the ring
get knocked ‘fore the first bell, h-ll with the clock
we dirty be-atch (we drunk)
apani tree’d up, chillin and speed jean up
y’all industry skeed n-gg-s snortin the whole ki up
and still won’t sign us, they rhyme but minus the clothes
please, y’all just in johns for these hoes
yo shut da f-ck up!
[hook 1: apani b fly]
now what you n-gg-s wanna talk about – “shut da f-ck up”
stank hoopy b-tches, and your bank account – “shut da f-ck up”
a bunch of sh-t n-body care about – “shut da f-ck up”
you silly b-tches love to run your mouth – “shut da f-ck up”
you shut da f-ck up!
[hook 2: jean grae]
now what these b-tches wanna talk about – “shut da f-ck up”
these strippers turn to rappers comin out – “shut da f-ck up”
who write your sh-t, you say its you, i doubt – “shut da f-ck up”
you silly n-gg-s love to run your mouth – “shut da f-ck up”
you shut da f-ck up!
[repeat hook 1]
[repeat hook 2]
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