Gotta Be Me

A yo, bring the funk dude. Man, we make it do what it do
Son, I ain't trying to be rude. Bra, I just wanna be cool
We always keepin it true. Yo fam, you can't see my crew
Again, It's Just A Beat go ooooooooo
I'm gonna make it feel funky for you

You know it gotta be me man, T,O,N,E man
D,A,S,H I'm keepin it G man
For the boys and girls and to all the MC's
Also DJ's on the 1's,2's and 3's
Gotta have trees, that's where the money is
Stayin hungry for cash, yellin out I'm lovin his
Being me gets easy. One of a kind.
Be you, love yourself. Got me wanting to shine
Two of the loveliest, smashin with intelligent lines
Respect those giving it. I'm thinking about having a heck of a time
Man, you're out of ya mind
Be creative to rap and make beats like fluid
Grabbin mics, experimenting, nothin to it but to do it
Rob Ill told em... in this fight by myself
We battle with hard lyrics, spending money, getting wealth
Boy, you forcing me to have to pull out the belt

A yo (What up G), bring the funk dude (Bring it). Man, we make it do what it do (Do what it do)
Son, I ain't trying to be rude (Don't). Bra, I just wanna be cool (Be cool then bra)
We always keepin it true (Keep it). Yo fam, you can't see my crew (You can't see us)
Again, It's Just A Beat go ooooooooo
I'm gonna make it feel funky for you

The best gotta be me. O,N,E,O,F,K,I,N,D
Heavy on production bangin It's Just A Beat
I'm sweepin these girls and boys up off they feet
One with charm school and one with the heater
I'm a Ghetto Apostle and I'm still undefeated
I walk it how I talk it while running it
Whipping it with Tone ridin shotgun discussing it
This is serious business fam
Let's bring it down like a avalanche rocking it from Barcelona to Japan
New York, LA, Atlanta, Chicago and Houston got rappers but, not like this man
Midwest boys episodes be classy and commercial free
We get it in so don't you ask me nothing my g
Unless you talking bout the paper
I'm chillin on you now, but I can serve you later
Like an African cook
Pass the herb. I've been prepped by scholars and seasoned by crooks
What's the word? We #1 with a bullet
If you ain't got one, then you ain't hot son
Streets I was born in. Game I was sworn in. Cops be swarming
Rich or poor, eat or starve, truth or a lie we ride
I rep C I N C I N N A T I J A B boy

A yo, bring the funk dude (Bring it). Man, we make it do what it do (Do what it do)
Son, I ain't trying to be rude (Don't). Bra, I just wanna be cool (Be cool then bra)
We always keepin it true (Keep it). Yo fam, you can't see my crew (You can't see us)
Again, It's Just A Beat go ooooooooo
I'm gonna make it feel funky for you

I'm gonna make you feel funky (K,I,N,D)
I'm gonna make you feel (It's Just A Beat) funky (Off they feet)
I'm gonna make you feel funky (K,I,N,D)
I'm gonna make you feel (It's Just A Beat) funky (Off they feet)
I'm gonna make it feel funky for you (K,I,N,D) yeah
I'm gonna make it feel (It's Just A Beat) funky (Off they feet)

We gettin back to... business



Credits
Writer(s): Robert E Greenlee, Elton S Gordon
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