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nick bee - listen when i tell ya lyrics

[intro]
listen when i tell ya! (x4)

[verse 1: d pax]
(listen when i tell ya!)
never had no money
so i never had a honey
and i never understood it
(listen when i tell ya!)
rapping on a daily
and i’m waiting for the mail-y
watch us make a milly
(listen when i tell ya!)
had to put in work
so i stayed up on this earth
i put it down on my birth
(listen when i tell ya!)
get out the way when the boys make it work
run game i’m captain kirk

[verse 2: nick bee]
(listen when i tell ya!)
picking up the flow
like i’m lifting all the water
gotta wet ’em when i tell ’em
(listen when i tell ya!)
wrist up in the kitchen
i ain’t whippin’ but i’m cooking
get the bread up and the lettuce
(listen when i tell ya!)
p-ssing off the haters
with my vapor when i’m spitting
got the bars up in the nether
(listen when i tell ya!)
forget about the other sh-t you’re hearing
this the only thing you’re getting homie let up!

[verse 3: d pax]
left ’em lost call us iversons the way we left ’em crossed
listen when i tell ya man you’re speaking to the boss
teeth all cleaned like my clothes man i’m flossed
rappers all behind like we left ’em in the dust

[verse 4: nick bee]
fist up in the gust! sissies better toss
all their hopes and dreams up in the motha-motha dust
us you better trust, we be all the difference with the minus not a plus
golden when i cross

[verse 5: d pax]
f-ck ’em, nick you hear me in the headphones
quick to k!ll ya leaving rappers under headstones
i’m making music, straight off the mac
bars got memories we take ’em way back
now i gotta line cause i went off track
i don’t rap about guns i don’t have
i don’t touch them tecs (nope!)
i just hit them reps (yup!)
yo girl sent that text
and all i did was flex
when flaunting on them checks (money)
and now i’m getting that neck (brain!)

[verse 6: nick bee]
stop, stop playing with a broken controller
told ’em i’m above ’em, told ’em over and over and over
you posers are totaled, soldier going harder than a boulder
even fruit doesn’t have the juice that i’m holdin’
like god d-mn, feeling like the man
y’all be rapping with a filter, post it on the gram
tofu rappers thinking that they really going ham
flippin’ the city got an army like a thousand ants
man i’m going off my rocker, yuh
no time for long talkers, talkers, no
suckers thinking they can go ahead and stop me, nah
boy acting too c-cky, yuh!
they try to address me, test me
flunk start stressing, study till the next week
try again and end up messing up, yes again he
really gotta drop out and then come up with a blessing, yuh!

- nick bee lyrics

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