We Shine
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
I'm rockin' shit, packin' shit, while stackin' shit
If anyone steps up askin' shit, I'm blastin' shit
You gon' phase me, but swingin' like Peter Parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"You couldn't be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin' kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin' lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, 'cause it's startin to draw flies
You're played like my five year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz
Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways
That's rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more MC's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my final diss
Fuck you dumb niggas you ain't shit like piss
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
My Smith and Wessy got you layin' in some alley messy
Got your family lookin' for your ass on Sally Jessy
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin' no more
Leavin' your skull split like Steven Seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, Detroit's a mad house
So I don't get offended when I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin' than a Lil' Kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin' to live paid
You get your crib sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets, Jack
Or I'ma send you flyin' like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib steal your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin' on the block with gats
Just for livin' nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from, you know what'm sayin', that's some old Detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though
Unless you come to my city, ya know what I'm sayin', see where we live
'Cause we shine
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
I'm rockin' shit, packin' shit, while stackin' shit
If anyone steps up askin' shit, I'm blastin' shit
You gon' phase me, but swingin' like Peter Parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"You couldn't be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin' kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin' lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, 'cause it's startin to draw flies
You're played like my five year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz
Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways
That's rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more MC's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my final diss
Fuck you dumb niggas you ain't shit like piss
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
My Smith and Wessy got you layin' in some alley messy
Got your family lookin' for your ass on Sally Jessy
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin' no more
Leavin' your skull split like Steven Seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, Detroit's a mad house
So I don't get offended when I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin' than a Lil' Kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin' to live paid
You get your crib sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets, Jack
Or I'ma send you flyin' like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib steal your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin' on the block with gats
Just for livin' nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from, you know what'm sayin', that's some old Detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though
Unless you come to my city, ya know what I'm sayin', see where we live
'Cause we shine
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Credits
Writer(s): Steven T Fee, Louie Giglio
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