Stright Up lyrics

by

Kanye West


(Intro)
A lot of n*ggas been waiting for the real, You feel me, and when they- with the patience, You feel me, comes the realest, you know, when you gotta keep this sh*t to a top type standard, you understand and you know rawest rapper alive, you know you can't really play, I come from a deeper space, you feel me, Based freestyle, Based freestyle

(Verse)
Welcome to the pits
And the zones and the bliss
Fighting in the war, but you really don't exist
That's why I save myself, and I don't go enlist
Cause in the hood n*ggas die for less than ten cents
If that's not war, than thats not raw
n*ggas can bag dope what the f*ck is this
n*ggas can't rap, what the f*ck's a lick
Balloons in the ass, you should go take some sh*t
Weed in the ass, with the coke and the tits
That's the definition of a stupid ass b*tch
I'm a dope fiend so I f*ck with the lick
n*ggas don't talk, Imma close the strip
n*ggas wanna die you can come take a trip
Berkeley, California where you get your bag zipped
Oakland, California where you get your bag clipped
?, California n*gga get them gats clipped
And I f*ck with Big Quin, real n*gga ask Quince
I don't ask Quince, n*ggas take my word for it
If you got a line on the chop, I'll - pbbrrt
Tell me n*gga, I got DVDs
We snort coke off of TV screens
sh*t that you only seen off of DVDs
This is 05 f*ck em, need a gangsta b*tch
But this is not a f*cking - nah you a snitch
I won't stop rapping till my family rich
Everybody world, need a mill at least
Cause for real n*gga, this is bigger than me
The guns that I got I will aim and squeeze
Most n*ggas love me, Imma aim at his knees
Most n*ggas smoke blunts, but Imma smoke the eagle
No fake DVDs cause that sh*t's illegal
n*ggas owe me a debt, I had to kill some people
You ain't never got signed
Cause if you really signed, me?
I'd be in the step with that murder
G4 n*gga with the sh*t you never heard of
Money bring murder, Murder bring money
A lot of contemplations with faulty operations
Almost got your ass killed for...
n*ggas stop trapping, n*ggas keep rapping
Gotta switch the occupation
'Fore n*ggas keep hating
I'm still hitting n*ggas, when the n*ggas that is waiting
f*ck them n*gga, and f*ck the investigation
Imma tell you n*ggas this, I can't stop
Lil B for Lil Boss, you know I keep it hot
n*ggas keep it on top, gotta peep your spots
Go it - My pots stay hot
05 f*ck em when I rock I rock
(Outro)
Rocks in the mouth n*gga, know what I'm saying, still doping it up, bruh, Baby Mama pushing that jug n*gga, you know what I'm saying, So Imma buy everything n*gga, you know what I'm saying, the b*tch got the jug, well f*ck it then Imma buy the ten, n*gga give me twenty then, you know what I'm saying, but I know the b*tch snitching, you know what I'm saying, we knock the ho down, straight up
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