First Things First

[Hook: Miguel] First things first Ain't tryna game you up so girl I'll be straight First things first Don't want to mess it up before it's too late First things first My name is... and you are? I'd like to get to know you if it's okay Ayo, tell me what I'm s'posed to do Ayo, tell me what I'm s'posed to do First things first You gotta tell me what I'm s'posed to do Let me know just what I'm s'posed to do First things first My name is... and you are? I'd like to get to know you if it's okay [Verse 1: Blu] See it's so many ways I can approach you I can either start off like, ''scuse me miss', but shit that's too old school And I can flow to you but that's too cliche Plus I don't bust to bust nuts, I bust over beat breaks I could be honest with you and tell you I'm a cheapskate But, you probably seen me sharing drinks with my deejay So, fronting like I got chips is out the question And acting like my Benz is in the shop is outdated And I ain't into playing games Plus I already hate them fake ballers that be always dropping names And yeah I'm in the game but if I say I rap You'll be looking for my range, gold chains and my strap And I can act conscious, but if we talk politics You'll notice that I'm out of the loop, cuz I don't follow it I rock fitted caps, kufis ain't for Blu, see I eat red meat cuz tofu don't move me And women are confusing, but that's for later on And the only way to tell you is to say it in a song Like darling you a doll, don't confuse it with sexual But don't think, I don't think of having sex with you I'm trying to get next to you, but you being rude In the club with ya guns out, shooting down fools She shot down one, and shot down two Now tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do [Hook: Miguel] [Verse 2: Blu] Now, don't get it twisted broke niggas need love too And underground rappers like to chill at the club too I wanna get buzzed, get drunk and get crunk Get a chick to kick it with when I'm feeling fucked up but Women be mentioning ya' whips and your chains So I flip it like slaves come with whips and chains, we gotta liberate But before I could mention my name They be talking to the nigga with the keys to the Range And I can't even compete with these ballers trying to get at you Cuz I ain't even got enough cheese to try to match dude Nor do I got a flat to bring you back to But, I can roll up a blunt and try to relax you Probably make you laugh when you mad in a bad mood And ask a few questions 'bout caressing your statue Cuz no, I ain't got corn rows or hood tattoos But, I can fuck up any track that I rap too I, know it's irrelevant, but rap is my profession And just cause I'm a gentleman, don't mean I'm into settling I spend most my time on the grind, but I ain't peddling rocks Or trying to sign to the Roc, I'm trying to meddle in my own business So tell your girls mind they own business And I would give you my digits but see my phone isn't Accepting calls 'til the bills get paid Now you say you want the real, but it's the real I'm saying. So what the deal? [Hook and Outro]