Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Those That's Bout It, artist - GZA. Album song Grandmasters, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.12.2019
Record label: Soul Assassins
Song language: English
Those That's Bout It |
Those that’s bout it, M.C.'s I run with |
Those that doubt it, on the mic, get done quick |
Even if you left in intensive care |
I’ll have the plug pulled, before your crew gets there |
I’m the one you hate to see, your worst nightmare |
While you dream of riding the block, and raiding the fair |
Enemies get cooked like eggs, while they scramble |
He lived, but he still lost his legs, as he gamble |
Couldn’t sell what he shipped, the shell came from the clip |
His lightweight belt, had got blown off his hip |
No one on the strip, had the full explanation |
Only that the victim had high expectations |
Most never peddle above the street level |
They cut they last deal with the devil, just to settle |
For the crumbs that fell off the plate, of the late great |
Who died in the federal state prison, behind gates |
Those that’s bout it, M.C.'s I run with |
Those that doubt it, on the mic, get done quick |
Even if you left in intensive care |
I’ll have the plug pulled, before your crew gets there |
Those that’s bout it, M.C.'s I run with |
Those that doubt it, on the mic, get done quick |
Even if you left in intensive care |
I’ll have the plug pulled, before your crew gets there |
M.C.'s don’t want none of this, so just stop |
Got gimmicks with a bunch of facades, and just props |
Don’t take the song seriously, they just drops |
For the radio, but you ain’t crazy, yo |
I’m on the regular, slang competitor |
I shock journalists, slap magazine editors |
Watch the D.P. |
as he moves towards me |
Stuffed on his wordplay, and can’t record me |
Three dimensional, visual, write portraits |
Enough in the photo lab, not to get caught with |
Treason for any reason, will only bring about torture |
Should of been the nine, on those offers |
Ribs broke my plate in the fifth |
The fact that the beat came from Muggs, was a hell of a gift |
So I, took the present, sent some to the essence |
Like the young M.C.'s, who’d only escaped adolescence |
The sword remains in shape with endurance |
The blades can be quick, when replaced with insurance |
But never seem to stop, regardless of the tragedy |
Hyperactive rhymes, slingers with charged batteries |
Those that’s bout it, M.C.'s I run with |
Those that doubt it, on the mic, get done quick |
Even if you left in intensive care |
I’ll have the plug pulled, before your crew gets there |
Those that’s bout it, M.C.'s I run with |
Those that doubt it, on the mic, get done quick |
Even if you left in intensive care |
I’ll have the plug pulled, before your crew gets there |
Those that’s bout it, M.C.'s I run with |
Those that doubt it, on the mic, get done quick |
Even if you left in intensive care |
I’ll have the plug pulled, before your crew gets there |
Those that’s bout it, M.C.'s I run with |
Those that doubt it, on the mic, get done quick |
Even if you left in intensive care |
I’ll have the plug pulled, before your crew gets there |