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shonuffnyc - what's up/ in the zone lyrics

bksf
brooklyn san fransisco
whats up
how we on it

[chorus]
ayo we only on that real sh-t
my brothers used to school me on some real sh-t
and now they gone
i took off on that sp-ceship
fly away
i got moves to make, ohh
whats up
whats up
bksf whats up
whats up
and my music bang everywhere between
i know that
your head knock
you like that smooth sh-t
i know you feel that

[verse1]
ugh tell me bout these lil n-ggas
i’ll show these n-ggas
they think that its magic n-ggas
silly n-ggas
don’t you know that tricks for kids
thats why i stunt
harder than evel knievel n-gga
i tell these youngins
never chase these hoes
girls, don’t be what you see in videos
i tell my bros
i love em
cuz you never know
life’s too short
what up oak town
i put it down
when i speak to melody
imagine if we never speak
us humans just trying to peek
looking for that rush
something, to feel
we all fiends for something
love, drugs, money or l-st
faith, relationships and trust
security, shelter, food for us
some of these things will never be enough

[verse 2]
i never judge
tell these hoes make your money
never knock a hustla what up homie
looking for them better days to fly away
they put pain in our buildings
conspiracy
can’t knock us down
so they build a cage for us
they call it jail
free your mind
educate yourself
understand they trying to flush us like toilets
while the rich get duckets
and duck from us
we got needs
and that baby need pampers
they feed us these government cheeses
to keep us damaged
don’t be facetious
we need jesus
how that get redirected to shiny pieces
it’s war going on outside
no man is safe from
the revolution
they changed
loading up guns
poking us with knifes
giving us drugs
still we survive
wheres the love?

[verse 3]
looking outside this window
picking my mental
did trayvon die for nothing
they gotta do something
the radio, media and the ink
say the same thing
and n-ggas still out chea beefing
a man died in epa
mother cried in bk
many miles but its still the same
accents change
but we still feel the pain
we need to come together
is that realistic
guess not
so i focus on the materialistic
and ignore the animals who go ballistic
protect my family
convince them to move so i don’t visit
is it f-cked up
i swear i’m torn between my past and present
my past made me who i am and thats a present
presently i’m vibing in this room
thinking bout some things
i’m just talking to you

sho: hold on, hold on
this my man joyntz right here hold on
joyntz: yo yo what up sho
sho: yo whats good brother, whats popping with you son
joyntz: yo what you doing?
sho: ain’t sh-t man, we bout to go probably f-ck around or something…
joyntz: yeah yeah whatever whatever, i dont give a f-ck about none of that
sho: word (laughs)
joyntz: i got b&b
sho: yo what the f-ck is that son
joyntz: b-tches and bottles n-gga
sho: this n-gga…
joyntz: yo you need to come through n-gga real sh-t, turn up with the boy
sho: i got you, i got you son i got you
joyntz: aye but on some real sh-t though, one last thing, one last thing
sho: whats that yo?
joyntz: one last thing, ima need you to get in the zone

[in the zone: intro]
i got it
i got it
i got it
now i got the beat
i got it
i got it
i got it
now i got the beat

[verse 1]
got the beat
i got the heat
mac flick that fire
fire for the street
fire team
ambulance and sirens
real sh-t
whats the scoop
ice cream
mad cream
it’s a hot day
match my name
young summer in the city
with light skin bitty thats pretty
wanna feel me
in the wip
gettin’ wip lash
quick fast
do they feel me
are you with me
do they really have to dumb down my witty raps
they ain’t f-ckin’ with me
what a pity
i only f-ck with the smart n-ggas getting paper
dumb n-ggas see ya later
haters

[chorus]
who the illist out there
these n-ggas feel me out chyea
my music bump up in the streets
i’m a mother f-ckin’ beast
when it comes to spittin’ beats
n-gga, i rep the east
brooklyn you know we got it, got it, (roll with me n-gga)
got it, got it (roll up something quicker)
got it, got it (what we sippin’ on)
got it, got it now we in the zone

[verse 2]
i f-ck with that screwed sh-t
like a screwdriver
your crew whitney houston
my crews liver
i’m a cool guy
like ice cube
i need to chill out
like ice cubes
shootin’ pool
with no cue
games on
she know what to do
ohh she bad
she threw that -ss
i caught that p-ssy
pikachu
generous
god blessed her -ss
like she screamed achoo
-ss busting out them seams (dam)
peek-a-boo
look at this bull sh-t that i’ve been through
couldn’t get a bad b-tch before i blew
now they hang on tight like a hang glider
cuz i spit fire, and i’ll never fall off
so i cut that b-tch wings off
now she mad cuz she can’t fly
it’s brooklyn b-tch
i told that b-tch do or die

[verse 3]
i f-ck with that moscato
call it scotty rock
beat bop
hits stop when my heart stop
drop
bring that p-ssy back
like a bad cat what happens
i’m hittin’ that
i pull her hair
she say my name
got d-mn i love how that rings
don’t fall in love, cuz you won’t get no ring
you got one, you don’t need my last name
i’m from brooklyn man
timbs on when i hit that thing thing
dam
i like the way that, that sounds man
yea

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