Artist: JL (B.Hood)
Album:  Tech N9ne Presents JL - DIBKIS
Song:   Password
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Chorus: JL]
What's the muh'fuckin password?
... Let a nigga log in!
... What's the muh'fuckin cheat code?
... How did all y'all win?
... What's the muh'fuckin password?
Old nigga do believe we got the keys to the safe
Let a nigga log in!
They let a nigga like me in then nobody's safe
What's the muh'fuckin cheat code?
See the look on they face when I pull off in the Wraith
How did all y'all win?
Foreign and exotic bitches with expensive taste
What's the muh'fuckin password?

[JL]
Up to somethin, you can tell by the look on my face (look on my face)
We 'bout to set up the trap that nobody escapes (no one escapes)
Old nigga do believe we got the keys to the safe (got the keys, the keys)
We gettin lifted, I welcome you to outer space (space space space)
If I'm not high when I land I feel too out of place (muh'fuckin truth nigga)
Put in the work, it can only go up like the rates (rates through the roof nigga)
You got to grow to be great, I did that on my own (the fuck niggaz sayin)
I hear these niggaz and think "How the hell y'all get on?" (Y'all niggaz playin)
Goddamn miracle, tellin me I'm way too lyrical (way too lyrical)
Bars too hard, ain't hearin you, can't be spiritual
Get-get that understood (woo)
Tellin me I rap too good (woo) should move back to the hood (yeah)
Need to be sellin cocaine (yeah)
Gonna need a couple mo' chains, got the WiFi name

[Chorus]

[JL]
I creep up on 'em and I got something up my sleeve (shit up my sleeve)
Tell 'em I know nothing, I only speak-a Chinese (like ping bong bing)
These niggaz ballin, I find that shit hard to believe (how it make you feel?)
Most of it is smoke and mirrors, don't be so naïve (ain't even real)
Huh, tell us the truth, that ain't you that's in the booth (who is it?)
Bro somebody got you juiced, got you fallin for the jukes (they did it)
If you really get it kudos, but I see these niggaz do shows
How they winnin nigga, who knows? Organize these niggaz funerals (shut 'em up)
Huh, cut out the middleman
Connect like a server, in the end I can get a M
M like murder or, M like million
Em like Eminem in a song about killin Kim
Still make a mark on them with the marker diminishin
Knowin this many makin a lot with the minimum
Give me a minute, we make the mainstream +Strange+
I already got the WiFi name
What's the muh'fuckin password?