DJ Design - What It's All About lyrics

[Intro - Rasco] What it's all about Yeah yeah What it's all about What it's all about Yeah yeah What it's all about [?] What it's all about Rasco What it's all about 'Bout to rep the bz's What it's all about n***a please [Verse 1 - Rasco] Set the post, it be Rasco from up close Emcees that's frontin' can get the full dose The hoes, that came to bu*ter your work toast This emcees be tried just ask themselves: why? Reply and no kil' and no I don't get high It's just not my thing just tryin' to get by I stutter step like rats no cool gats Franchise my brother this man can pull stats Perhaps, your plan to go plat' just went splat Your one million plus was fools you couldn't trust I bust, like bubbles and trouble from penpoints You drank down some liquor then smoked like ten joints Please, get out of my face I spits mace Where hip hop is comin' to rush your whole place Face, the lyrics that shut your whole case First out of the box and still lost the whole race Disgrace, n***as with vigor that pull triggers Some catch your body then big turns to bigger Forget it, and bring your best to get wit it I pulled down my pants on emcees and sh**ted For real, I blast off lyrics the real deal It's strictly hip hop ain't got that rap feel We peel caps on cats that set traps And I respect women that write they own raps Retreat, we gunnin' you down from ten feet You wrote down some lyrics then jacked like ten beats Discrete never whatever got it together And rain down on n***as in any types of weather We bring it and come in the door bells to ring it I do my own thing and don't need hoes to sing it But check we cuttin' your verse to small specks Set to get down ain't that's a Ampex, what's next [Hook: Rasco] "What it's all about" Soul brother Ras' came to diss you fools "What it's all about" Plus you clowns that think you too cool "What it's all about" Get your pens and pads it's time for school "What it's all about" Take another rap [Verse 2: Rasco] Over the hill, plus I'm wanted like fifth wheels There goes your deal you've had your last thrill But still must inspect your mic check And those with no sk**s I must disrespect Regret, nuthin' in life don't live trife Ain't k**ed nobody ain't stole no man's wife But twice, brothers tried to roll the dice n***as crabbed out and had to pay the price Precise and nice on mics [?] Break out your boots it's time to stack loot But shoot, brothers ain't tryin' to feel this So while they come bogus I come with realness Exist believin' they got this man pissed Ain't nobody above the club of gettin' dissed We twist and plus my style be topless And broke up your wrist for tryin' to test this We miss nothing in sight and stays tight Rethought my game, worked hard and prayed nights We blast plus the Ras' be first cla** Dropped my first single and made my first cash Your a** is gettin' dug out for rugs out So f** the gun chatter I'll knock you thugs out About to end this verse ain't nuthin' worse Then seein' emcees drove off inside a hearse What it's worth [Hook] [Verse 3: Rasco] Triple the threat plus you placed your last bet Thought you seen it all this ain't been done yet Confetti slice that a** or get ready And tag along Freddie's I came to rock steady But Frank knows how gas my own tank Make a show live, put cash up in the bank So crank the lever I spit some nice sh** I brought my k**er team my team can slice sh** [?] of course the Ras' be baldheaded You wrote all them lies but didn't get the credit I said it and only like legs once they spread it When fools run they jibbs I came down and dead it We get it, like givin' a f** self-destruct I heard your first 12, oh well that sh** s**ed Believe it, the jam that keeps the spot heated I ran down some rhymes your crew got mistreated Complete it the race on pace without a trace And turned up the ba** so fools can get a taste It's finished and now the rhyme's been replenished My team undefeated on point without a blemish We champs you better deploy your whole camp We fresh off them guts like women with bad cramps So lamp to beats that sounding quite sweet And what it's all about you fools can't compete Bring the heat [Hook]