[Intro: Keith Murray]
Too Sheezy. It's the Keith Meezy. Yeah, Keith Murray smokin' Newports with my man Too $hort cause I'm doin' court. Word. It ain't no games, it ain't no puzzles, business in trouble. Life, you gotta live this life, baby
[Verse 1: Keith Murray]
Ayo, the secret is out, the chase is on
The truth is near, the time is here
We got a long love affair with rap that never faded
We stay freshly dressed, well educated
Very articulate, makin' niggas frustrated
We come straight from the heart in any songs we created
But through all the hardship to the hard shit
We stay dedicated, leaving muthafuckaz devastated
Here stands a young man from the trash can
Who's forced to be manipulating more than the white man
And my nigga $hort Dog is more famous than Yella
Number one street reporter, ghetto story teller
We out to get all our dough, every amount
Cause a proper contract is what it's all about
Then it's gettin' the dough, rockin' the shawls with carats
I make you say 'Go Murray' and do the bankhead bounce
[Verse 2: Too $hort]
They call us criminals, we keep pimpin' hoes
I use fertilized and various chemicals
To make the shit potent, keep smokin'
Keith lit the weed and it got me floatin'
I'm $hort Dog, the rappin' entrepreneur
Handcuffed your girl cause imma run through her
You sittin' at the house, I know you hatin
Niggas in the conference room re-negotiating
We tryna make it better cause life's uncertain
My green thumbs workin', you know we ain't hurtin'
We be creative in this industry
I worked too hard for you to pimp me
They say Jive cut the checks, so what's next
Alcohol, sex, hoes and projects
Guess what, you got it all wrong
Cause niggas gotta get they ball on
[Interlude: Keith Murray]
And you don't stop
Do what you like and ima follow
[Verse 3: Keith Murray]
So yo, how could I describe the shit that we do
Incredible, mental, lyrically digestibles
With nothin' to prove, had the shots interlude and pray lose
I'm hard enough to batter iron tools
And the pig couldn't be a hog
Instead of tryna gorge yourself through the fog
If you scared bitch by a dog
The marvelous novelist MC
We puts this down proper with extreme urgency
And what part of 'Fuck you' don't you understand
The fuck are you, I'm the 'Fuck you' man
Check it, we do lunch in the corporate world
To take it to the streets with the roughneck boys and girls
Mastermind on the rhyme, no sleep like Einstein
Makin' power moves of all kinds
What we doin' is ruining your union, gettin' ya hype
Puttin' punk rappers on strikes with my man Spice, L.O.D. and Ant Banks
Mr. Too $hort, Shorty Pimp, whatchu think
[Verse 4: Too $hort]
We profilin', from the Bay to the Island
Cashin' checks, we ain't freestylin'
Money in my pockets, you can't stop us
Never on the flop but your girlfriend's topless
I don't give a fuck about a platinum track
You wear a Rolex, you get a gat in ya back
Keith Murray and Too $hort, California, New York
The fools on the play but ain't none of em forking
A nigga tearin' shit up if I can't get mines
So if you try to rip me off, you'll be staring in blind
It's Independence day and I'm gettin' paid
You can't feel me, you must need a hearing aid
I'm callin' all shots, that's the best way
Fuck gettin' caught up in all the red tape, it ain't happenin'
Like the last hit album went platinum and I still roll they ass a grip
It's Independence day
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