Artist: Cyr Album: Hood Politics Song: Whut It Is Typed by: no1wammy@hotmail.com [Cyr] Yeah (Yeah) Dolla Bill on the track Dolla Bill (Texas, stand up) Look What up, boy (Corpus Cristi) H-Town, S.A.-Town Houston Look (Verse 1) Spit my first bar about a decade, made, fresh out the box Press talkin' like, "He hot" You know the spots And blocks, I thought about it for a second, the watched had stopped Time is at a standstill, when I dropped the top Tote my game up, playa, you know who walked the walk Or ridin' with the (???) rock The flawless talk Fifty for the sixteen, we talkin' suitcase money Titanium alloy We on a new chase Sonny I can't even began to tell you how you stay hungry Legendary from Febuary, to the end of December Take 'em under January, y'all Used to remember How God blessed the Don with the repetoire Repin' hard for Texas Effortless wanna menage With platinum and VVS's, I know it's a greedy fetish But fuck it, my BDS is the freshest, media, tell it like it is Got a XXXL and six mics, what it is Chorus: Cyr Hold up, muh'fucker, got the streets on lock So what you gotta say if the beat gon' stop You know what it is, biz got the pros and the cons Hoes in the don, got the gold and the bronze I'm platinum in the hood, you can see it in the stars Classic in the hood, you can hear me in the car It's drastic in the hood, fuck it, we can go to war (Go to war...) (Verse 2) You know how it go, motherfuckers love to hate ya Speak about me like I'm a ghost, I'll motivate ya See me in a flesh, you scared to confrontation I'm a muh'fuckin' gangsta, certified, no fakin' Since I was a dozen, got guns, gave domination Here's another one, you chumps just gotta face it Basically, I ain't a faker, read, "The Don is taken" Since to be the best in Texas and all the nation World is mine, it's a fertile ground, A Raisin In The Sun I'm a muh'fuckin' hustler I gotta get me some From the slums to the mansion Crumbs to the cashin' Abundence, man It must have been faith From me to havin' weight this long to appreciate it The majors, ungracious I cater independet Accomodations made by the emperor Remember that shit When you see me comin', boy What it is Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) Never underestimate The power of words I'm a surgeon to this rap shit, some niggas is nurses Take my temperature, my temper up, and you better run Me and Sammy got cock and hammers Ready to buck It ain't no love, muh'fuckers wanna be some thugs Then muh'fuckers better be ready to see some slug Hear 'em shots Bullets breeze by, for real Feel a (???) cliency With a O.G. trill Steal with the thirty shots, light, ignite ya to the bad got Even people like me, bitches just Know how to hide Snitches point they finger at me Be Ready to die I'm destined to shine, we can hit the streets like Lebanon I'm ready to bomb, going against me is like throwing rocks To the tank, it's useless But it is what it is And you punk muh'fuckers gonna get it how you live Man, what it is Repeat Chorus [Cyr] Hey You know It's drastic in the hood, fuck it, we can go to war You know what I'm sayin' Ha ha ha ha ha