lirik lagu lyte - stay in yo lane
[intro]
look! let me tell you something one time! you motherf~ckers think we just out here playing games? f~ck that sh~t! and we just out here chasing fame? f~ck no! you think we do this sh~t for fun? h~ll no! we really do this sh~t! we bleed for this sh~t! blood and tears for this sh~t! stay in yo lane! stay in yo motherf~ckin’ lane!
[chorus: ant g]
don’t think you can make the moves or try to do what we do (try to do what we do, yeah)
’cause the level of the elevation level when it’s out of your view (out of your viеw)
you better stay in yo lane! ‘causе when you at this altitude it’s hard to reach, hard to breathe, hard to teach
you better stay in yo lane! and you ain’t about that life or what it takes f~ck you fakes, pump your brakes, let the real ones through
[verse 1: bukshot]
i can hear the loose threat coming out the background
no matter what they say, i won’t back down
now take this block and run it, time on the block don’t get refunded
i’m in this game and the pain it brings is never overrated
my name’s a stake, make no mistake, never been so motivated
to crush my rivals, pass the bible, blow these pistols homie
but he don’t want to come to this, don’t want to leave your family lonely
it’s what it is, stay in yo lane and mind your biz
if you don’t, i’ll turn to an assh0l~ so quick
give you problems that you don’t want
[verse 2: frank nitty]
team fall down and i got back twice
it’s kinda natural, i’m just rollin’ the dice
my life rates your raps, i’m just holdin’ the mic
and i deal the underground ’cause i do what i like
and i been there, done that, i’m pushin’ mad raw
call mad shots and i broke down laws
and i kick down walls, overcame my flaws as i attack like jaws
and i’m good when it comes to the pressure
i had to endure all the pain
it’s good when you walk in the sunshine
but how do you do when it rains?
i go to a level that none of y’all seen for the green
nod off lean and i’m servin’ the fiends
i’m a black charlie sheen, so stay in yo lane
you can’t f~ck with my team, touchin’ nuts is a dream
keep it clean!
[chorus: ant g]
don’t think you can make the moves or try to do what we do (try to do what we do, yeah)
’cause the level of the elevation level when it’s out of your view (out of your view)
you better stay in yo lane! ’cause when you at this altitude it’s hard to reach, hard to breathe, hard to teach
you better stay in yo lane! and you ain’t about that life or what it takes f~ck you fakes, pump your brakes, let the real ones through
[verse 3: big hoodoo]
since the beginning i never had limits, never been timid
always been solid, it ain’t no gimmick
i always been ’bout it, i flip in a minute
on whoever doubted my clip is extended
don’t leave home without it, my aim is phenomenal
brain or abdominal, it ain’t the grave, better pray for the hospital
you ain’t in my lane, you ain’t even an obstacle
i am a vet, i am a threat
they pray for my death but it ain’t happen yet
i don’t play disrespect
my gang just bang like they claiming the set
it ain’t no blood and a crip, it just thuggin’ and drippin’
you muggin’ and trippin’, i’m gon’ put the clip in
no game when i’m flippin’, my lane never slippin’
my name never mentioned , you cut with no method
[verse 4: abk]
comin’ through like a four legged stallion
poundin’, stay in yo lane, stop houndin’
sounding like you want to bring that smoke
hanging with the real ’cause we all too close
you a joke if you think that we ever gonna quit
so hot with the rhymes all i got when i spit
ain’t no way you can say i ain’t got no heart
og on the block from the start (b~tch!)
makin’ moves like a maniac psycho
keep puttin’ haters in my face and i might go blaaoww!
tell me how you like me now
’cause i always recognize a fake smile (motherf~cker)
been in the gang long enough to know war
chief of the underground, say no more
watch us soar straight hardcore
bullet to the brain, hung with a mic cord
[chorus: ant g]
don’t think you can make the moves or try to do what we do (try to do what we do, yeah)
’cause the level of the elevation level when it’s out of your view (out of your view)
you better stay in yo lane! ’cause when you at this altitude it’s hard to reach, hard to breathe, hard to teach
you better stay in yo lane! and you ain’t about that life or what it takes f~ck you fakes, pump your brakes, let the real ones through
[verse 5: dj clay]
i got the flu ’cause i’m sick of these d~ckriders
crossing lines ’cause you tryna be insiders
but the fact is that the whole road’s mine
so i’m floatin’ b~tch with no brake lines
i’m ashamed of what this game just became
it’s f~ckin’ lame but if i’m frank then all y’all stank
now we can fight ’cause what i’m sayin’ (b~tch)
put one foot in one of my shoes
put in dues where i put in my dues
couldn’t see success right behind you
now you left in the dark like a blind dude
i’m rockin’ with all of the best
take a look at who’s all on the track
all of these artists are blessed
yeah we call it the underground crash
[verse 6: bam beda]
yeah! move b~tch or i’m running you over
n~ggas stay in yo lane or pull off to the shoulder
sunday drivin’ ass n~ggas get left with an odor
when i slide roll by lettin’ off the toaster
on my side gon’ ride askin’ who’s the toter?
ain’t n0body here sh~t just a lot of motor
then i go and get bliss, ain’t allowed to be sober
all i spit is real sh~t never battle a poser
puff flakin’ ass n~ggas need to use your brakes
‘fore i take some anger out when i use your face
boy, this a traphouse, you can’t use the place
i ain’t eyeballin’ sh~t, i’ma use the skates
i need every little bit when it comes to this paper
i need every little sh~t with a scr~pe and a shake
i need every little b~tch as she come with the face
i need every single hustle ’cause it come with the stakes
[chorus: ant g]
don’t think you can make the moves or try to do what we do (try to do what we do, yeah)
’cause the level of the elevation level when it’s out of your view (out of your view)
you better stay in yo lane! ’cause when you at this altitude it’s hard to reach, hard to breathe, hard to teach
you better stay in yo lane! and you ain’t about that life or what it takes f~ck you fakes, pump your brakes, let the real ones through
[verse 7: lyte]
you ain’t in my lane, sorry b~tch, you gotta deal with it
monstar eatin’ good motherf~cker i’m the meal dig it
i feel get that real wicked, that’s how we still kickin’
look at how the sk!ll biggened, better just chill pimpin’
call for all my dogs, i k!ll sick’ ’em
and i body ’em all, yes i k!ll victims
and i give it to ’em raw, got an ill symptom
and i’m banging up your skull, i’m a drill, put some real sense in
listen, i ain’t trippin’, i got product to move
then i double the profit and then i pocket the loot
’cause i’m in the bahamas blowin’ marijuana
while you at the bottom, b~tch i’m headin’ right up outta your view
and i gave you the map, didn’t wrong that right
ask him who the best is, they gon’ shout back lyte
so motherf~ckers so good thinkin’ you can do what we do
’cause the real reality is you ain’t ’bout that life
[verse 8: kung fu vampire]
when a monstar brings in that kung fu vamp
y’all already know what it is, champ
i am your favorite rapper, a sacred decapper
i grabbin’ your face with no anger
knowin’ that i be dangerous, young legend with a vengeance
whole room freeze, cryogenics chamber
when i’m makin’ my entrance i aim with a sharp fang
undead redemption emphasis
i am the emperor of this wicked sh~t
so slept on ’cause i way up in the clouds
in my own lane, 1986 delorean
and if i’m ignorin’ ya, valedictorian gregorian
done chant through the auditorium, i burn your city down
up in the driver’s seat, spreading my seed
phenomenal energy, living legend another century
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