This Is It

[Verse One] Ayo, stepping to the other side Where these other cats swallow they pride I do it 33 to the 45 RPM's, ready to drop gems getting blown out your Timbs Nothing but rhymes to spit Time to give me the cash You act dumb I pull it straight out your ass Zero nine, zero six You niggas knowing the code The fifth born, 29 years old 1970, heavenly, ready to spit Peace to the ones that went and bought my shit The one's that didn't, good riddance Whether it's freestyle or written, mine's is still hitting Spitting nothing but the best straight from the west coast Bullets in the air now we keeping the best close For those of you that analyze my flow I just sit back and analyze my doe But never mind that Nigga rewind that See you the reason niggas be holding they rhymes back Switching up, changing up, flipping they style up Keep the concentration set, building the file up Block for block, street for street We be pounding on the concrete Compete with every last fleet With the close range exchange Blowing out brains We do it for real so ain't a damn thing changed [Hook] {x2} This is it y'all We coming to get y'all Keep your game tight, we ready to spit y'all But don't you ever think of playing me close I only run with them niggas that be popping the most [Verse Two] Ayo for real Who said that we was in it for mils? It's for the love, but sometimes push comes to shove And you gotta do what you gotta do just to feed your peeps I gotta hustle just to make ends meet Like every last one of y'all I stay two steps in front of y'all Leading the pack without leaving the tracks You gotta find your way back on your own Leave me alone, get gone Stop blowing up my god damn phone when I'm getting some rest And baby this time I think I'm boycotting the press Because all it brings is stress and strain to your brain They only hype niggas on these large campaigns Spending big bucks for ads that shit's sad But when your records don't go gold you've been had Give me your ends and recommend your friends I told these cats they shouldn't rent that Benz But them girls was hot, the party was non stop I'm sorry to hear your whole crew got dropped But that's the way it is when you up in this biz Come to find out that half of your shit is now his It don't take a wiz to figure the game is fake And they ready to dish whatever you fools will take I'm here to explain to you simple and plain I know it's hard but you brothers got to try to maintain [Hook] [Verse Three] It's like this, that Like that like this If your biz ain't straight you'll be stuck in a twist Misdirected You gotta expect the unexpected Nobody gives a fuck how many fans you collected I know a lot of niggas selling more than you And a whole lot of niggas with a tour to do But who cares, we gotta handle business affairs Or you'll look up and all of your shit is now there's Take it from a nigga that's been doing it right While you upset I concentrate on keeping it tight I stay ahead while these other cats stuck in the red Flat broke while these other niggas counting they bread [Hook]