Lyrics U Wonderin - 9th Wonder, Buckshot, Rapper Big Pooh

U Wonderin

You know the game is crazy
I can’t explain this shit sometimes
(Ay let them niggas know what’s good, man)
From the news to the radio
Radio to sattelite
All I hear is niggas lookin
Actin' like, matters like
The most pathetic method to use
Especially old dudes
Who thinkin' they old news
You blink, and you old school
Niggas know rules cause you can do what you want
No, fool
You should get ya shit together
Stay out the lobby
Cause if you ain’t selling records in the store, it’s a hobby
And you probably disagree
Fuck it, this is me
I’ve been here since '93
You’ve been here since finding me
So, jot notes, take a lesson
This is 'Shot, Smif N Wessun and Sean P
The army posessin’automatic weapons
With the exception of my brain
I’ll give 'em my grain, tryin' to break down the game
For those who can’t staind (stand), they lame when they starin'
They lookin' at me wrong, when they hear this song what they hear is
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The wonderin' what’s goin' down with the underground
When I come around, smiles turn to frowns, cause
(They wonder what’s on my mind)
When you see my face now
(They wonder)
When we come through deep
(They wonder)
When you see us in the street
(They wonder what’s on my mind)
It’s me
Starin' face down the eyes of a barrell
Niggas wonder is he thorough, take a look at the kid
This 3 years since some shit that I did became a classic
Now I got this shit wrapped up in plastic, bastards
Speakin' on my talent, they way I pen these scriptures
«Mothafuck, that nigga rap is riddic' (riddiculous)»
God forgive me now, so I repent
I’m on some fuck you shit
Cause this year what they got, I’mma get
This is
What I call here a tropical storm, man
Came in these lanes for the way they go on, an' (and)
Sleep on my record
You wonder what the fuck is goin' on in my life
I’mma tell you in a second
First we got shafted on our first deal
Our first lawyer fell for the fake nigga, and that’s real
Now it’s all over, yo it’s a new chapter
Prepare for the rapture, I’m bakin' you son
I’m on tune with myself, this is lyrical fitness
Buck is here to witness, so hear these breaths
9th Wonder in control of the sets
J. League and Boot Camp get the props nigga, in case you forget
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The wonderin' what’s goin' down with the underground
When I come around, smiles turn to frowns, cause
(They wonder what’s on my mind)
You mothafucka’s can’t hold me
J. League, B-C-C
Beware of the L-B
And next up is my mothafuckin' nigga
Sean P!
A lot of mothafucka’s say they can rhyme
'Til they get in the booth
Find out they ain’t tellin' the truth
Sean Price cash royalty checks
Cop work, flip that, cop some more, then forget that I rap
Yo, rap ain’t real, my life is real
If you rap about my life, fuck around and get killed
Niggas always wanna ask about Sean
I’m like «chill, mind ya business»
Give that man dap, and I’m gone
Yo, see me alone, or see me with Rock
Fuck around, I see you with shots if I see you with cops
Niggas ask why I clap at the kids
Cause I saw him last night, it wasn’t right how he yapped to the pigs
Yo, pop ya Cris', I pop Hen' bottles
Pop E pills, nigga, with top 10 models
I’m back for revenge, and I’m back with no ends
Big Ruck without Rock, stop askin' a friend
Yo, I’m 32 but the gauge is .12
And the fifth for these funny niggas, Dave Chappelle
When Run-DMC was fuckin' raisin' hell
I was on the run from these D’s, raisin' hell
Kinda broke, couldn’t raise the bail
Called my man, he broke too — fuck it, Pa, sell the gauge for bail
Beat the case got my gauge right back as well
With rap, you can say such amazin' tales, nigga