Bobby Brown

[Intro] Tell me what have I done To cause your grieving, baby [Verse 1: Blu] Four-hundred barbells ain't heavy as these I play my tape on them niggas, make heaven for Gs Uh, seven seas, we deeper with one speaker to run Your nuns, either we done, we go dumb from the bleachers You can see us, we center in the arenas, we winners Your bench? Need to suspend 'em throughout the season We sauce, gold boss, you lost, stop competing, we large We go hard seven days, you a weekend, nigga, uh Trying to link with niggas, trying to buy links with niggas, uh Eat a link 'fore your teeth be in the sink, nigga, uh Niggas in sync like *NSYNC with niggas, niggas, uh Get your shit back in pocket, need a brinks, need a sweet Batch of beats and a million to compete From the West, need a bulletproof vest on the beach Bobby Brown [Verse 2: Clutch] I used to like Madonna, now I like Fiona Swimming in Vienna, screaming, "Benihana" Not your kemosabe, nor the Dalai Lama Sipping on the sake, chilling with your mama Growing marijuana, yes I am a farmer Breeding all these strains then I push it on the corner Uh, the lonely stoner, put you in a coma Jim told me, "Homie owe me forty in the morning" Pouring out a little liquor, hiccup for my dead folk Slice it with a sickle, it's similar to the pen stroke I been broke but I make it escrow so let's go Trench coat all up in your end zone, ten strong Jumping on your chest 'til your head blown up Clutch keep your mouth sewn shut Bobby Brown [Verse 3: Mic Holden] I've been known to clown around, hang around underground spitters It's time y'all keep an eye on the kid like babysitters Oh, the major league heavy hitters grand slamming Look, I was getting bored with this game; backgammon I'm back, blam-blamming, they keep pulling me back in Oh, Inglewood's finest minus the MAC-10 No, all I need is my mind, I'm fine, I'ma clap back Toss him inside a coffin, talking like they want action Nah, they don't want it, what for? It sucks for, rappers after us four, we bust raw Rocking for heads like Mt. Rushmore, that's what all the fuss for Heavy on the track, train niggas how to rap Get it? Nah, they won't get it 'til they wig splitted, dummies Walking 'round, rocking that Gumby Bobby Brown [Verse 4: Definite Mass] All beef disintegrates when we create the masterpiece Fire up competition like digits to blast the heat 'Cause in my presence, y'all peasants and I'm your majesty Y'all court jesters of this industry, it's sad to see I laid my game down 'cause shit just ain't the same now Refuse to be devoured, got soul power like James Brown Mad 'cause I came round, rocked spots in your same town After we hit the stage, no one recalls your name now The world's my playground, economy's in recess The policy is respect, we clowning all the rejects If this shit was a game then you'd probably press the reset Schooling on this console and I ain't reach my peak yet Yeah I hear 'em talking but all I'm hearing is weak threats I can't take all the credit 'cause y'all niggas in deep debt Bobby [Outro] Tell me what have I done To cause your grieving And make you wanna leave me this way, whoa