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LL Cool J - Say What lyrics
Most thugs front when they get the chance
 (Say what?)
 Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance
 (Say what?)
 Live thugs stack chedder, then they make plans
 (Say what?)
I, Cool J, NY2K rule milleniums with my compadres
 They tounges sway with really nothing to say
 They pack guns, but I stack funds
 I'm second to none, my hot streak's just begun
 You wanna bring beef? You got to serve it well-done
 You ran the wrong way, now you livin' on the run
 Not some, each one's a bum, every one
Coughed up a lung, became my son
 Flames I brung, platinumn weighs a ton
 Heavy on the chest, I pitty all the rest
 I put 'em to the test, I spit it like I'm blessed
 I testify, I have no need to lie
 I buried many, still many wanna die
 I zone out crazy, starin' don't faze me
 Got your whole strategy shook, it's too daisy
Most thugs front when they get the chance
 (Say what?)
 Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance
 (Say what?)
 Live thugs stack chedder, then they make plans
 (Say what?)
Black, relaod, clack, reload
 Got ya pictures sittin' in my lap, he explode
 Duck when you hear the rat-tat-tat
 'Cause once you cross over baby, ain't no comin' back
 Beleive that, I flows when I hit that, strive till I get that
 Never mind a set-back, no time to wet that
 A lyrical hi-jack, you don't wanna try that
 Creep wit' my CD, don't let 'em know you buy that
One in the snips, one in the whip with the low jack
 Call a 911 to get the LL back, original bells, LL
 Rocked them till they fell, competition bailed
 Looked like Mince Green when mic had 'em swelled
 Wrote all them rhymes and never gonna sellLL Cool J - Say What - http://motolyrics.com/ll-cool-j/say-what-lyrics.html
 Meanwhile, I'm countin' prezzies in the 'tel
 And in the meanwhile, I throw my baby in Chanelle
Most thugs front when they get the chance
 (Say what?)
 Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance
 (Say what?)
 Live thugs stack chedder, then they make plans
 (Say what?)
Unh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on
 Unh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on
 Layin' low to catch you on stage so I can run on
 Matter fact, you not on my level, I throw my son on
 Mission is complete, technique is unique
 Defeat the rhyme weak and mine ya knee-deep
 Rewind a rip beats and give jeeps the heat
 Even if you walkin', with ya walkman in the street
Actin' gassed up, but you really on need
 How you countin' your paper kid, without a GED?
 Slow down, let me do my thing now, hold up
 Maybe that's the reason you stressed, quick to roll up
 Put the L down, picked the other LL up
 Maybe we can straighten this out before it's toe-up
 Watch me closely, boom I'm a blow-up
 And spend the whole rest of my life stackin' dough up
Most thugs front when they get the chance
 (Say what?)
 Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance
 (Say what?)
 Live thugs stack chedder, then they make plans
 (Say what?)
Whoo, Vinnie Biggs, you hot with this one, dawg
 Roundtree, rock the bells, uh uh, Brian Daughtery
 Uh uh, all my peeps, my peeps, my peeps across the land
 Know what I mean? We gonna keep gettin' paper
 This is real, this is real, right here, rock the bells
 It's deeper than the deepest blue sea, dawg
 Know what I'm sayin'? I'm feelin' it like you feelin' it
 Ha ha, word up, I'm lovin' it like you lovin' it, baby
 Rewind it, it's short









