Wanna Beez

[T love]

Tired of all these wanna beez

Get away

Plates nobody knows the name nobody knows the pain

The fame's last on list

Can't get paid with mic in the syst'

Gotta roll with a goal that swells the pole

These stories are told when i was like

Ten y years old won't be mad if it don't go gold

I could gives a fuck

Still cut my zit and gives it all to soul

I rocks the mic, like, dyke, hypes, like, pipes

Who got the style, type, like, this, tight, type, tyke?

I'm stronger than straight with no chase

Emcees i step to's like a staircase

Kick em to the bottom like bass

Let that ink sink into your vellum

Open up your eyes then i swell em

Chorus: t-love and chali 2na

[t] ooh, ah.. ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah

[t&2] wanna-beez emcees, think they make cheese

"would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"

[t] ooh, ah.. ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah

[t&2] wanna-beez i sees, pretend they make g's

"would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"

[chali 2na]

Yo some of you brothers be livin lavishly

But it's a travesty

You're sellin millions of records

But you a crab emcee

Fakin hard as a rock, you just a wimp man please

Your crew is a circus act of chim-pan-zees

Heh, there's a disease in your lecture

Lackin extra texture, what you flex neglects to wreck

Got ta execute you pile; and boot the file

When i shoot the style i'm givin root canals

Now which of you punks be amongst me

To let the funk free, i keep my composition junk free

Consistently, like your monthly

Plus i'm scent free, wack emcees can not hunt me - down

Kickin freeze in the soundbooth

Wanna-beez, be on they knees to get down

Truth be told, the proof we hold, woke the old

When they made me into an emcee, they broke the mold

Like that

Chorus w/ variations

[t-love]

No time's narrowin

I don't be flippin with the heroin, like errol flynn

See i can fly, high up in the sky

Have track marks, all up on my thigh, but why?

Cause baton rouge blues, don't compare

To malibu, you, can have anything you choose

Yet you all up in this b-girl's news

Tryin to wear shoes

All up in my mix, waitin for the opportunity

To transfix, to culturist

You wanna-be down with the, crews and clicks

But, you can't kick it, why? he's a punk bitch

Jockin wu-tang, don't know new slang

Mad cause you can't hit black pu-tang

All b-boys and girls will soon see

That you are, a, wanna, be

Chorus 2x w/ variations + chali 2na in last

[chali 2na]

Wanna-beez emcees, they aim to please

2na fish and t-love, like that, hah