Them That's Not

Bring it in Once upon a time there was a brotha named Kastro Had a little problem with his cash flow More than once his friend'd tell me he had a dream to clock mad dough Only at the time it seem that absurd Then he saw a light bulb flash up in his forehead Shine so bright he had to close both eyes Said whoever hit him for the average poor asshole 'Bout to be hit for they biggest surprise Now meanwhile, still short on pot to piss in Not to mention any window to throw it out Lookin like who don't you want and where it come from Sippin on chickin wing, smackin on stout Step to his boys, the label of the month Like 'yo, what's the half kid, let me get a deal' Got a dope style, sound just like so and so What's her name, runnin from ya, even more ill Make ya wanna holler like Marvin, did I mention I'm starvin and quite thirst Meanin what, meanin that I'm a do whatever it take to make sure they play my shit first On the Billboard and last on the countdown, like contact on that show So what's up black, yo, how that sound? If you down then c'mon let's go Down to the studio right now, bring me that crate with the old hits Make that beat with the right style, so that brotha wanna go get In that club with the DJ, he be on the radio all day I get in cool with him even though he fake as a toupee I roll with ballers and thugs to make my image legit Even though back in the day they told me "you ain't shit" I'm at the Cinderella ball, now it just don't quit Eh, Fuck that, I shrink my feet if the shoe don't fit I make it happen like hormones, you been forewarned I got you mad now cause I'm kickin that popcorn It blows up in a couple minutes Expand the pockets so your girl's hand's all in it I see ya shorty starin at me on the guest line But these four backstage'll do me just fine Or five, that's for my jam on the request line So if you stress me I could tell you through the grapevine It's like this (Chorus) Them that's gots, I get Them that's not shall lose But man, you gotta get it while the gettin is good Now, if you can get it all this much and this fast Don't be tellin me you wouldn't cause I know that you would Them that's gots, I get Them that's not shall lose But god, I gotta get it while the gettin is good Now, if you can get it all this much and this fast Don't be tellin me you wouldn't cause I know that you would Yo, I'm number one, but the bullet can't hack it now The Billboard need a full metal jacket now You see my face all day 'til it make you sick I got a hand full of cards, you can take your pick Now who'd a thought this bullshit song'd have me seen And every video and every other magazine With more attention than a jet black drag queen At a convention with a Grand Dragon Klans meetin Kids hang on every word I say like a damn fiend It's too bad it don't stand for a damn thing They parents say I'm too nasty for they damn teen But I ain't write it so don't ask me what the fuck it mean I got some other shit to worry 'bout instead The more money, more problems like the man said Ain't like my phone is bein tapped by the damn FEDs But my accountant said I can't get out the damn red I heard that people gettin tired of my song now The album drops and now my fans are gettin hostile I only had one song that got the style right The guy who wrote it, yo, his album dropped last night My pockets on Slim Fast and Jenny Craig The same clubs and restaraunts that kept me well fed Reject my credit like a Muslim do a boar's head Good thing my boss is my boy so I ain't gotta beg But now he hollerin at me like 'yo, where the loot went?' We had to clear the damn sample when the loop went We comin up type short like an indent And I just learned a new word called recoupment I got paid for the video equipment And every other detail a red cent spent Oh hell nah, don't talk about no fuckin fine print Well tell me this, how the hell I'm gonna pay the rent I got a live-in landlord so now I tiptoe In and out the crib to find a way to get dough Can't make another record cause I can't flow But I could tell you a little story And that shit go (talking) Once upon a, I don't know Used to be a brother named Kastro Had a little problem with his cash flow (Chorus fades in) 3x Them that's gots, I get Them that's not shall lose But God bless the child that could write his own rhyme Some might choose to pray, some might choose to snooze But the style that I use is the style that's mine Them that's gots, I get Them that's not shall lose But God bless the child that could write his own rhyme Some might choose to pray, some might choose to snooze But the style that I use is the style that's mine (mixing to fade)