Mike Tha Menace - Full Court Press
Catch a nigga floating, got little shorty wet, now she feeling like the ocean
In the whip, pushing P but we still in motion
Got the gang with me, open door how we go in
Wait
Why a lil nigga tripping, I'm trying to get mine, trying to stack to the ceiling
I will live out the frame, got my mind on a million
I will try to play nice, might turn to a villain
Shit ain't by choice, press them 94 feet
They going to hear my voice, I can feel no remorse
Looking at distractions almost knocked me off course
But I'm right on time, turn it up a little more
Yeah that shit sound right
One two jab, uppercut from the right
Got them seeing stars like a cloudless night
Hella hits with the gang, turn it up on sight
Yo what's the word?
Shh, shh, gang I'm undercover
Lowkey rockstar looking for his moment, no I'm not a lover
Head up in the clouds, can't touch the ground, you see I really hover
Why the hell she come back like that, now I'm feeling rediscovered
Got me taxing them properly so it's fuck the economy
Got me stuck up in a matrix so there is no debating
Won't slow it down for circus clowns, you know there's no waiting
MTM no PhD, bitch I do not have patience
Shorty need a menace fix, got her under sedation
Like how the fuck I solve the problem and not use the equation
You see I'm trying to build some shit so back up off the pavement
And by the time you see the structure, there'll be no explaining
Switching the flow, life a drive thru, I get it and go,
I get to the cake, got no time to waste
If you side with the fakes, I will get you erased
Slap gas then I turbo, I come out no scrapes
My meat in her deep throat, I hip hip hooray
I speak super lethal, no filter my brain
In the booth going fed, I can not get detained
Catch a nigga floating, got little shorty wet, now she feeling like the ocean
In the whip, pushing P but we still in motion
Got the gang with me, open door how we go in
Wait
Why a lil nigga tripping, I'm trying to get mine, trying to stack to the ceiling
I will live out the frame, got my mind on a million
I will try to play nice, might turn to a villain
Shit ain't by choice, press them 94 feet
They going to hear my voice, I can feel no remorse
Looking at distractions almost knocked me off course
But I'm right on time, turn it up a little more
Yeah that shit sound right
One two jab, uppercut from the right
Got them seeing stars like a cloudless night
Hella hits with the gang, turn it up on sight
Tag and tow them, Mike Gotcha
This heat, his noodle, mind pasta
No imposter, check my roster
Go and get it, need them dollars
Stacking up pennies to spending these commas
They see my face and they know that I'm serious
Move how we want when we want, ain't no fear in us
Turn this shit up, ain't no way you ain't hearing us
Stick with the fam, living fast with the furious
Got them looking at me like how a nigga doin this
Woulda told them pay attention doubt they would listen
Won't tell them my truths so I'll give them some pension
Maybe it was a dream, I accomplished everything and felt like a king
Man, Mike like Coretta's son
Walk like the shit but talk like I'm number one
I shine all damn day, like Mike doesn't know the sun
Fuck up her head before I fuck up my funds
I hit a home run, I do not like to bunt
I skip to my Lou, then go skip the line
I don't got the time so I do what I want
I lie to a bitch, now she think it's the truth
Don't care about you niggas, you not with the crew
I turn this shit up, bring the heat through the roof
Got dreads from twists, life high C like juice
Catch a nigga floating, got little shorty wet, now she feeling like the ocean
In the whip, pushing P but we still in motion
Got the gang with me, open door how we go in
Wait
Why a lil nigga tripping, I'm trying to get mine, trying to stack to the ceiling
I will live out the frame, got my mind on a million
I will try to play nice, might turn to a villain
Shit ain't by choice, press them 94 feet
They going to hear my voice, I can feel no remorse
Looking at distractions almost knocked me off course
But I'm right on time, turn it up a little more
Yeah that shit sound right
One two jab, uppercut from the right
Got them seeing stars like a cloudless night
Hella hits with the gang, turn it up on sight
Written by:
Michael Webb
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