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tez mcclain - showtime lyrics

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give a f-ck a bout ice, hustle just to keep the lights on
streets know i’m nice, label’s waiting for the right song
that’s why i’m like f-ck a label
and grab that duffle bag, pour that bread on the table
take care of loved ones and fam when i’m able
hey, this the ball pit, really on through the fables
your b-tch will play you, your man who they stray to
it’s hard to stay faithful, only times i was stable probably
the sickest spitter that my n-gg-s ever know probably
the sickest spitter from the eight, never know probably
i let time be the judge of that
we don’t run your sh-t back ’cause you ain’t saying muck jack
now i’m facing jay, them dudes helped me grow up
a lot of new n-gg-s out there, y’all make me throw up
a bottle in hand and a gl-ss for you to pour up
a track and tares, i’m facing the set, now homie roll up
you know what

keep my mind on the hustle, man
money in the muscle ’cause the game won’t wait for me
been through the struggle, tryna stay away from trouble
’cause it feel like the place to be
married to the cash, keep your cheat off my back
ain’t a godd-mn thing for free
but when it’s showtime
better treat this sh-t like it’s your time

my senses all about to come up
there ain’t n-body finna take nothing from us
we doing what we doing just to get by
plus i ain’t finna watch my momma just die
so it’s either me or the next fool
push turning into a show, i’m a wet dude
being a student of the game makes it easier to teach it
ain’t the motherf-cker game change
listen town, this as real as it gets
keep your b-tches out your business n-gg-, get you some bread
’cause n-gg-s on that bullsh-t get toe-tagged
f-ck your home boys, you gotta watch your -ss
’cause when it’s showtime the whole world watching
and when it’s your time there ain’t no stopping
one chance ‘fore the lights go out
last man on the mic go now
treat every minute like your last one
i left my mark in this game, n-gg-, ask ’em
treat every minute like your last one
i left my mark in this game, n-gg-, ask ’em

keep my mind on the hustle, man
money in the muscle ’cause the game won’t wait for me
been through the struggle, tryna stay away from trouble
’cause it feel like the place to be
married to the cash, keep your cheat off my back
ain’t a godd-mn thing for free
but when it’s showtime
better treat this sh-t like it’s your time

man, that’s the sh-t it’s been missing
i mean what y’all been waiting on?
the mainstream dismissed it
i don’t f-ck n-gg-s, they hated on it
’cause they don’t understand it
but you can yap about
all your chains and your cars
but when you’re real, you’re being branded
see that, i over stand it, the truth has been demanded
like a b-tch who tell you how you want it, over or underhanded
i don’t care for all you antics, i don’t take this sh-t for granted
from being broke on the campus to doing shows in kansas
look, i heard it’s hard for a black man to progress
without violating what he stands for in the process
excuse me, america, but i’m just
talking to my people over high hats
try to rep the city that’s on my hat
see i forbid the h-ll on without that dumb sh-t
look here, we all tryna get this guap
rest in peace to freak jay and the big homie kevin scott
and i’m out



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