Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Serious, artist - Clipse. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Serious |
| OK, Pusha… minus the T Niggas is talkin’to blasphemous |
| Tell me is it these ashy cuts that got you thinkin' |
| I’m not in touch with that mask 'n glove |
| Don’t let the Reverend hold your casket cuz |
| We think you thinkin' |
| These verses is curses the only thing worse is |
| I’m the ring master of the circus |
| Meanin’that, I’m the only one in the show with purpose |
| Most of you motherfuckers don’t scratch the surface |
| Look, still ghetto, still tot’heavy metal |
| Still throw a nickname on all of my vehicle |
| Like the Cooperfield coupe, now you see it now you don’t |
| With one flick of the wrist wow! |
| the roof will go poof! |
| (poof) |
| I’m an achiever make all of you believers |
| And I’ll be damned if you overthrow Virginia’s Caesar |
| Spend a day, sin a way, walk with me Hug corners in the hood like a ghetto renegade switch! |
| Spend a way, rolls gold Jesus |
| Pink diamonds face flush like it was Duncan pink lemonade |
| Listen I’m not actin', this not rappin’this is live in action |
| Let’s consider all the facts in I got caught dealin’some way back when |
| Now that I’m blowin’it’s smoother men |
| I know its hurts to see it but players please believe it |
| I’m cool what you wishin', don’t talk 'cause I’m listenin' |
| Fuck 'round and end up missin’if you curious |
| No weed or no vodka my soul will make me pop ya Don’t make me have to milk box ya, I’m serious |
| See how ya boy do I pull up in that ride quick |
| 50 on the wrist leanin', niggas is sick |
| Steamin’they can’t understand the meanin' |
| So they plot and conjure up ways to interrupt my well bein' |
| But that 9's been a damn good friend |
| Plus worthy made it to see 30 and I owe it all to him |
| Jewels lookin’as if I done robbed a vault |
| So if your bitch takes an interest it is not her fault |
| I mean look, head to toe heavy in weight |
| Pockets loaded hey I must say I take a cake |
| They speak ill, but words don’t break him bone |
| They bounce off him, 'cause see him is purchasin’homes |
| See his stones how they complement each other |
| Size of the rocks and they fluctuate in color |
| That him is me get a clue enough’s is enough |
| Took it easy on y’all fuckers and I ain’t even rimed my truck (Uhh) |
| To put it simple I’m a rarity ma From the cars to the jewels what clarity ha Stick with me show you life thats out of this world |
| And I ain’t lyin’to you love I only lie to my girl |
| I lust for the riches what a treat this is The Lord is dealin’with my demons and my weaknesses |
| God forgive lose it all or God forbid |
| But from the Cradle 2 The Grave I’m a live |