ShonuffNYC - What's Up/ In The Zone lyrics

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ShonuffNYC - What's Up/ In The Zone lyrics

BKSF Brooklyn San Fransisco Whats up How we on it [Chorus] Ayo we only on that real sh** My brothers used to school me on some real sh** And now they gone I took off on that spaceship Fly away I got moves to make, ohh Whats up Whats up BKSF whats up Whats up And my music bang everywhere between I know that Your head knock You like that smooth sh** I know you feel that [Verse1] Ugh tell me bout these lil n***as I'll show these n***as They think that its magic n***as Silly n***as Don't you know that tricks for kids Thats why I stunt Harder than Evel Knievel n***a I tell these youngins Never chase these hoes Girls, don't be what you see in videos I tell my bros I love em Cuz you never know Life's too short What up Oak town I put it down When I speak to melody Imagine if we never speak Us humans just trying to peek Looking for that rush Something, to feel We all fiends for something Love, d**, money or lust Faith, relationships and trust Security, shelter, food for us Some of these things will never be enough [Chorus] Ayo we only on that real sh** My brothers used to school me on some real sh** And now they gone I took off on that spaceship Fly away I got moves to make, ohh Whats up Whats up BKSF whats up Whats up And my music bang everywhere between I know that Your head knock You like that smooth sh** I know you feel that [Verse 2] I never judge Tell these hoes make your money Never knock a hustla what up homie Looking for them better days to fly away They put pain in our buildings Conspiracy Can't knock us down So they build a cage for us They call it jail Free your mind Educate yourself Understand they trying to flush us like toilets While the rich get duckets And duck from us We got needs And that baby need pampers They feed us these government cheeses To keep us damaged Don't be facetious We need Jesus How that get redirected to shiny pieces It's war going on outside No man is safe from The revolution They changed Loading up guns Poking us with knifes Giving us d** Still we survive Wheres the love? [Chorus] Ayo we only on that real sh** My brothers used to school me on some real sh** And now they gone I took off on that spaceship Fly away I got moves to make, ohh Whats up Whats up BKSF whats up Whats up And my music bang everywhere between I know that Your head knock You like that smooth sh** I know you feel that [Verse 3] Looking outside this window Picking my mental Did Trayvon die for nothing They gotta do something The radio, media and the ink Say the same thing And n***as still out chea beefing A man died in EPA Mother cried in BK Many miles but its still the same Accents change But we still feel the pain We need to come together Is that realistic Guess not So I focus on the materialistic And ignore the animals who go ballistic Protect my family Convince them to move so I don't visit Is it f**ed up I swear I'm torn between my past and present My past made me who I am and thats a present Presently I'm vibing in this room Thinking bout some things I'm just talking to you [Chorus] Ayo we only on that real sh** My brothers used to school me on some real sh** And now they gone I took off on that spaceship Fly away I got moves to make, ohh Whats up Whats up BKSF whats up Whats up And my music bang everywhere between I know that Your head knock You like that smooth sh** I know you feel that Sho: hold on, hold on This my man Joyntz right here hold on Joyntz: Yo yo what up sho Sho: Yo whats good brother, whats popping with you son Joyntz: Yo what you doing? Sho: Ain't sh** man, we bout to go probably f** around or something… Joyntz: Yeah yeah whatever whatever, I dont give a f** about none of that Sho: Word (laughs) Joyntz: I got B&B Sho: Yo what the f** is that son Joyntz: b**hes and Bottles n***a Sho: This n***a… Joyntz: Yo you need to come through n***a real sh**, turn up with the boy Sho: I got you, I got you son i got you Joyntz: Aye but on some real sh** though, one last thing, one last thing Sho: Whats that yo? Joyntz: One last thing, Ima need you to get in the zone [In The Zone: Intro] I got it I got it I got it Now i got the beat I got it I got it I got it Now i got the beat [Verse 1] Got the beat I got the heat Mac flick that fire Fire for the street Fire team Ambulance and sirens Real sh** Whats the scoop Ice cream Mad cream It's a hot day Match my name Young summer in the city With light skin bitty thats pretty Wanna feel me In the wip Gettin' wip lash Quick fast Do they feel me Are you with me Do they really have to dumb down my witty raps They ain't f**in' with me What a pity I only f** with the smart n***as getting paper Dumb n***as see ya later Haters [Chorus] Who the illist out there These n***as feel me out chyea My music bump up in the streets I'm a mother f**in' beast When it comes to spittin' beats n***a, i rep the east Brooklyn you know we got it, got it, (roll with me n***a) Got it, got it (roll up something quicker) Got it, got it (what we sippin' on) Got it, got it Now we in the zone [Verse 2] I f** with that screwed sh** Like a screwdriver Your crew Whitney Houston My crews liver I'm a cool guy Like ice cube I need to chill out Like ice cubes Shootin' pool With no cue Games on She know what to do Ohh she bad She threw that a** I caught that p**y Pikachu Generous God blessed her a** Like she screamed achoo Ass busting out them seams (dam) Peek-a-boo Look at this bull sh** that I've been through Couldn't get a bad b**h before I blew Now they hang on tight like a hang glider Cuz I spit fire, and I'll never fall off So I cut that b**h wings off Now she mad cuz she can't fly It's Brooklyn b**h I told that b**h do or die [Chorus] Who the illist out there These n***as feel me out chyea My music bump up in the streets I'm a mother f**in' beast When it comes to spittin' beats n***a, i rep the east Brooklyn you know we got it, got it, (roll with me n***a) Got it, got it (roll up something quicker) Got it, got it (what we sippin' on) Got it, got it Now we in the zone [Verse 3] I f** with that moscato Call it scotty rock Beat bop Hits stop when my heart stop DROP Bring that p**y back Like a bad cat what happens I'm hittin' that I pull her hair She say my name Got damn I love how that rings Don't fall in love, cuz you won't get no ring You got one, you don't need my last name I'm from Brooklyn man Timbs on when I hit that thing thing Dam I like the way that, that sounds man Yea [Chorus] Who the illist out there These n***as feel me out chyea My music bump up in the streets I'm a mother f**in' beast When it comes to spittin' beats n***a, i rep the east Brooklyn you know we got it, got it, (roll with me n***a) Got it, got it (roll up something quicker) Got it, got it (what we sippin' on) Got it, got it Now we in the zone