Dean Hodges - From Here to New York lyrics

How many rhymes does it take to reach from here to New York [$hort] From here to New York Everybody's talking about sir Too $hort And its all not good cuz some talk bad s**er emcees wanna make me mad But I don't stop rapping and they don't seem To really understand just what I mean You a s**er emcee and worst of all s**er emcees don't stand too tall I could spit you a rap then you'd hear A rhyme so fresh everyday of the year I could spit my rap straight to you s**er emcee and your whole crew Everytime you said I was what you wanted You never even knew you soon be fronted By an emcee rappers like me And giving no slack to you s**er emcees I laugh in your face and then might slap The same damn face i was laughing at Cuz s**er emcees don't know the tip And your going to pay for everything you dip Trying to front Too $hort, you need to quit Rappers like me won't even trip So if don't recognize fronting your gear If it's you against short you will never win Cuz I'll stand here and won't stop rhyming Until I see you don't stop crying Or I won't stop that's what you heard Cuz you keep listening to my word Everyword I say comes loud and clear Out of my mouth straight to your ear And I just don't stop once I start I take a s**er emcee and just tear them apart Like this With a rap like this I be hard on the mic Spitting my rap to you all dang night Just give me a break before you get broke You couldn't be saved by John the Pope Cuz you s**er emcees don't see the light But you all want to see Short rock the mic And when you find out that I don't quit I'm rapping to the beat like superslick Talking about you, s**er what do you want? You want to take a chance and try to front Too $hort baby here I stand From here to New York, known to jam Not one of those s**ers that play rap songs Making those words to sing along I'm fresh yeah, fresh as hell So damn fresh I know the deal I'm from Oakland, California the big O-town Too $hort Too $hort I'm so down I put my whips down fresh I don't play From here to New York emcees will say I'm Too S-H-O-R-T spitting my rap to you s**er emcees Cuz like I said its time to pay For everything you said and everything you say Trying to front too hard, you need to quit Rappers like me won't even trip See I knew you didn't knew what you stepped into When you front on a rapper like Playboy Too Everytime I rhyme, people love my rap And you s**er emcees can't deal with that Just faker than fake you want me to be Just like you but soon you'll see Too $hort I'm in every drop I ride oh no I don't And losing to a s**er you know I won't But you keep on fronting you so slick All your homeboys made you wanna rap against me Now your homeboys standing there looking laughing Cuz you went against Short and broke you in half Like that I didn't give you a break I put you on the mic now they know you a fake Then I got on the mic, look at me now Too $hort baby from the Oakland town Not hard to believe but one more time I'm proving to a s**er that short can rhyme And I know he knows Too $hort can Cuz the boy ain't nothing but one of my fans Wanna be like me so damn bad The impossible dream all you emcees have If you really don't know who's the best Too $hort baby from the wild wild west All the way from here to New York Everbody's talking about Sir Too $hort The way I rap like a homerun hitter Knocking out s**ers cuz I'm so much better At rapping so what could it be Give me a mic and a beat and you'll soon see I'm to cool sir Too $hort Turing everything out from here to New York Remember my name and I be back On the mic all night just spitting my rap True blue king, never been crowned I'm so fresh I could never be clowned Its just like that until the end of time So you better wake up on the West coast rhyme