The UMC's - Jive Talk lyrics

[Haas G] Just to get a girl, is how it all got started Compulsive in the area of lies cause one Beings being adored by all, not the right call ]From the outside, you know, the d**h or the blow I got a million in the bank and it's all mine A third of it invested in salt mines Material wealth may be the least in a girl's eyes Searching for a man with charisma (Praising for the less complex *baby*) Dig it, you're bound to get dissed by the sister Go with the intention of a pure heart, follow me now When I say this way you must walk with your own jive talk [Kool Kim] *sings* Ain't nobody bad like me -- Ain't that the way it all started, G? You said "Men call me He-man, some call me Super" Robocop and stop the Super Trooper I'm co*k diesel, I can bench more than you ever heard, word? Now in this time I just sit and write my rhymes You want mine by many tales of petty crime Prison fights the way you claim you earned your props Nuff fights in alleyways and stolen many cops But it doesn't stop, so I just sit and write my rhymes The Island is small, so your fame is in no time (But woops, here comes a crazy from the other side of town) He heard you had a name, now he's been asking around He figured he'd get some clout and take you out He got the clout, a one punch knock out Still I sit, my rhymes I write, you lost your rep, you lost your fight, aiight To me it's a miracle you're still alive and Get the head kid, and stop jiving [Haas G] I'm in a video (Sure) I'm in a video (Word!) Flip to BET and you can see me boogie Cause it's the jive talk from a kid named Fred Not to the whole crew, Fred is really really dead So indulge in my treats for the day to motivate ya Positively just to move you in the right way No more lies, no more deciet Now isn't this a grandaddy fully loaded sweet Treat from the UMC posse, listen and learn It takes one to start a fire and you'll burn [Kool Kim] So if I'm albe, I avoid the fables Shiftless shenanigans and I the type con stable And my label keep me flowing faster Single truth spoken from the sanctified master Preachers, reverends, ministers, pastors Small-time con men make big-time disasters And aye aye aye boy, I'm tired of your lying Me-oh-my-oh, and still you keep on trying There's nothing true about this song, so I'm asking you to quit Life's legit, the puzzle pieces fit So sit in piece, I'm tight with rhymes that's written more to write It's alright, you excite when I'm okay I never gave my way to the games that truth can play So what I'm saying or what I mean to say Is that the rivers run deep and wash your jive talk away Stop jiving