93 Degrees

[Verse 1: SL¥TE]
Fuck a trend
But, here I go giving in again
I'm real like that, I'm real life rap
With a blend of the Backhouse sin with the gin
So, fuck a friend
But, Can't forget where you come from
Never let what you done run, yo life
Make something right out the strife
Shit cause, I done been down yo street
With red eyes, a little bit of homies
With .45's, a lot of bit of O.E
With dead lies, so them niggas never told me
Showed me how yo tale is so damn different from yo stare
I fuckin' peep you weak, I hope my lowly scope will cross ya hairs
Dot my i's and then I hope you fuckin' die right in yo chair
Be it from spite or from a gunfight, I never fuckin' cared
Lend me yo ear, or ya starve nigga, made it fuckin' clear
Yeah we here, yeah we here
And we ain't goin' nowhere, Back House nigga 'til I show fear
Oh yeah

[Chorus: Seno]
Back House Mob, separate from fraud
Don't be actin' like a broad unless you ready for them gods, bitch
Mind over matter, disregard the chatter
Bass gets to kickin', then them windows start to shatter
Hold up

[Verse 2: Seno]
Now I apologize for these rhymes that I spit
No lie, I was drunk and high when I wrote this shit
But niggas turned heads when a nigga spoke and shit
So I kept goin', holdin' shit down, then I came up
I was laughin' when that pussy nigga gave up
Cause Seno been known for the snappin', trappin', cappin'
Et cetera, et cetera
I'm that nigga headed for
Everything that y'all boys wished that you had
But never been man enough to reach up and grab
It's so sad, but never mind that
I'ma still act a ass when I stunt up in the club
With two bad bitches that's draped in gold
Seno been young, but that nigga still old
Tell 'em
(I'm on fire mane! They better leave me alone! He on fire!)
(Who that is)
What, you deaf nigga? You ain't never heard about Stef nigga?
That chico with a few screws loose, a fifth of the Goose, and a deuce deuce
Got ya bitch tip toeing through the Backhouse, tits showing
Rollin' up loud right next to the line of the cocaine
Back up, Back up, nigga where the game that you fuck niggas proclaim
Never had ties to the hoe, we know mane
Fuck around and take yo hoe, mane
And give that bitch two flavors, me and my dog gon' cut that up like a razor
Don't be fooled by the nigga in a blazer, tool right under his naval
Nah, y'all don't wanna see this anger
Nah, y'all don't wanna see this anger
Nah, tell 'em

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: SL¥TE]
Never seen a young nigga do his shit?
Well now ya do, I'm fuckin' throwin' a fit
Bitch, I'm hungry, and ain't shit in the fridge
Get the water out the tap or fuckin' swallow ya spit
Bitch, I'm ornery, and you don't know 'bout me
Get the fuck up out my face or you'll be callin' police
I speak the peace like Martin Luther King, but
To tell the truth, I ain't have that dream
It was me, and big Seno cookin' heat
And I don't care what ya heard, it was heat
And yea we know it was free, to tell the truth I ain't have that cheese
But it was me, every letter down to a "T"
So hear me, but u never could feel me
Never wanted u ta fear me, u can hit me like Siri
Tell me where ya mind at, I can hear ya like Simsimi
But I don't think you ready for the paper, ya sim simma
Ya too hot, money come around ya, it burn quicker
And I don't think I'm ready for that
I had ta learn nigga
I had ta learn niggas
They was too damn slick, I had ta perm niggas
I was too straight up, I had ta curve niggas
Yea, just like you, I had ta earn nigga
Turn ya favorite rapper ta ash
I urn niggas

(It's goin' down. Every time we do it, everything
Screwed Up.)

[Chorus]