Who's Fuckin' Around (Remix)

歌詞

[Verse One] [K-Skills] Yeah bitch Ayo it's K-Skills, the bangin' Puerto Rican lady chaser Rhyme maker, glow dime breaker, speed your pace up I'm miles ahead of the competition, stop and listen closely Niggas with them wack Casio beats, don't even approach me Or I'm gonna throw your beat tape in the waste basket faggot Go in your crib, break your sample like a bad habit The only way you're gonna get large is if you spit hard Got heads waitin' for me shit like Super Bowl kick off I lay clit and burn incense, when the spliffs on Can't stop rockin'? C'mon, you got the shit wrong I'm doin' me Don't give a fuck who you be You talk a good one, but on the real you ain't foolin' me I'm tryin' to pull a G times three on every fifteenth Drop an album every two years, keep my production sweet Build something for myself, spread the wealth to my seeds Greenbacks, weed and a mami, son what else do I need? [Chorus] [K-Skills] [x2] Bring it on, let me know who's fuckin' around? Celph Titled and K-Skills, yeah, you're lovin' the sound From Maryland to NY, this is how we runnin' it down It's time to surface from under the ground, under the ground [Verse Two] [Celph Titled] Whenever Celph Titled drop shit you niggas better cop it I don't get head in the whip, I get my cock sucked in a cockpit I'm no joke, I'll pull out in broad daylight Hip hop ain't nothin' but a bitch to me so I'ma rape this mic You couldn't spit if you was a white boy, chewin' tobacco I'm a live nigga, gettin' doe, doin' fiascoes Let the buck fifty donate some stab wounds And fire Buckshots like Priority did to Black Moon I'm out for street fame whether it be rockin' mics Or pullin' glocks in heists, knockin' niggas off of motor bikes My pockets stay thicker than a males eyebrows And my style without a doubt is quick to put your lights out Leave you iced out Stranded in Antarctica My canon's hit harder when bullets fly sparkin' your Nautica Motherfucker this is New York's finest Comin' loud and clear but now it's time to get the fuck up out of here [Chorus] [K-Skills] [x2] Bring it on, let me know who's fuckin' around? Celph Titled and K-Skills, yeah, you're lovin' the sound From Maryland to NY, this is how we runnin' it down It's time to surface from under the ground, under the ground [Verse Three] [K-Skills] I get better in time like The Whispers Gettin' money like Asian restaurants, on Yu street, with the tip cups My ? audio, merry-go-rounds in stereo sound Turnin' D.C. into a burial ground [Celph Titled] Fuckin' around with these niggas and you might just get your faced ripped off By the semiautomatic lettin' the clip off I be the raw spic that'll leave your fuckin' jaw split If this is a battle, congratulations; you just lost it [Scratch Chorus] K-Skills Celph Titled "Smack, I break your back with rap" - GangStarr "I'll send you home with your teeth missin'" - Big L "Because I'm all that" - GangStarr "I'll send you home with your teeth missin'" - Big L K-Skills Celph Titled "Now stay the fuck out my path" - GangStarr