Slippin - 9th Wonder, Buckshot

Half the real niggas get the credit they out for

So respect due to my true outlaws

It ain’t about yours or mine

Though half of these niggas who rhyme

Wouldn’t know how to flow in they lines

If it wasn’t for B.D.I.

in his prime

It’s a lot of criminals with me that might’ve been relying on crime

Instead they busting heads on the M.I.C

Leaving the comp dead

Only them I see

Real recognize real that’s the law of the land

Violate, fuck iron gates, off with ya hands

See, when ya playing with that gully role

You know the talk, knowing inside, you really a jelly roll

That’s how you be caught slippin

«We might find, what we’re searching for»

Heads come up and they say «hip hop’s changed»

Since you in the game, 'Shot, know what’s strange?

Same niggas talk money to me

Mad shady

Get the fuck from under the tree

Relax baby

Who you know other than me?

17 had hip hop oven degrees

Led a team on the missions to the thugs and fiends

Well, love my scam you’re gonna love my scheme

Cause half of these niggas is butt

Mad soft

We can run up in the office, what?

Mask off

But I choose not to move and lose my composure

I’m there in that whirlwind, yep Timb is over

Nobody can hold us

Back regardless

I’ll be in the game till it’s tomorrowless

Get it?

No tomorrow 'less we get a spot

If not

Just know I got the keys to ya block

Keep slippin'

Now everybody got a label or a mixtape

Saying you getting money, but next week you back to ya shift and break

Till your back shift and break

Niggas wanna get big overnight, thinking like they lifting weights

Huh

This is far from a barbell

This mic, this mic stand is representing our hell

Y’all fail every time you try

You get a deal cause you feel from your skill you should now be signed

Huh

The bottom line is the bottom line

Do it right or by the time you’ll be outta time

Cause right now, you’re nice with your gift and

Watch them hours and minutes

Don’t get caught slippin'