Sk**z - 99 Freethrows lyrics

When you at the foul line I feel bad for you son You could shoot 99 free throws and wouldn't hit one [Verse One] Now with Shaq at the line, he wastin' his time Buildin' a mansion, one brick at a time You might make a few if you practice some mo' 0-for-30?! What kinda stats are those You ain't hittin' sorta like your raps and flows Lookin' stupid leanin' up on your tippy toes Is it goin' in? Nooo! It's at the back of the board Phil Jackson on the bench like, “Damn, good Lord" I blaze flows, beef with Diesel I know you bigger than me, but I don't give a sh**, so Act bad and I'll embarra** your wack a** I did this in the day, you know I lay track fast, s**er I don't know what you take me as Understand the intelligence that Young Sk**z has You got riches dawg, I ain't dumb But outta 99 free throws, you might hit one (hit me!) [Hook] (Haha, yeah, uhh) 99 free throws and won't hit one When you at the foul line I feel bad for you son (yeah) You could shoot 99 free throws and wouldn't hit one (haha, yeah) [Verse Two] Now you 0-for-4 tryin' to even the score Sweatin' on the line, underarm smellin' raw All eyes on you, you feelin' unsure Jack Nicholson smilin' court side by the floor You ain't tryin' to shoot what you might not make The truth is, the league pay you so much cake So you go to the huddle with Phil flappin' his jaws Like “Shaq, you know why I called a timeout for?' :Cause I'm big and I'm dumb and I'm 0-for-forty fo'? Do I like smart Phil? Hell, I don't know You gon' take me out the game or should I guess some more?" “We all know your IQ is 34 I done told you before that Kobe's the star And if you make these free throws then I'll buy you a car." Man I'm quick not to hit, y'all know that sh** Matter fact check the goal, I think the rim is tripped Man I know I'm right, just believe in Shaq If the rim ain't broke in the front, then check the back So you go back to the line ready to press your luck You don't even bend your knees, you just throw that sh** up Look like it might hit, it's more close than far But it don't, sold out house goin', “Awwwww" [Hook] [Verse Three] Now once upon a time not too long ago A rappin' ballplayer tried to diss me in his flow Not a rapper ballplayer in the sense he could rap Well, actually, none of ‘em are really good at that, but I tried to ignore him, overlook his lil' caper But I'm in New York yo and I see it in the paper You know the type, they got cases on they hype Got a bunch of yes-men tellin' them they sh** is tight Only thing is gon' happen is I'ma get to rappin' And endin' this boys' gon' be sweeter than saccharin And there I go endin' a career again Puttin' somethin' devastatin' in your ear again When they gon' learn that my only concern Is how much dough I earn and how many MCs I burn? Shaq you wack and that's from the heart son You could shoot 100 free throws and you wouldn't hit one [Hook]