Longevity lyrics

Ah yeah

Scarface
Short Dog

Yeah

Longevity

Fake n*ggas...

{Scarface:}
And you can tell em I said it
I said muthaf*ckas is takin the credit
Been in the game for 20 minutes, and they thinkin they legends
All on their videos showin off, frontin for the camera
One-hit wonders is playin games, fakin stamina
I damage ya, throwin blows to your egos
Flossin new leather, think you the sh*t wearin these clothes
And supposed to flash and have the finer things
But can't seem to keep your money, cause you're buyin rings
What is you gettin, 7 or 6, new record contract?
Bustin your bomb raps, but you ain't gettin your funds back
f*ck that, I been around since '86
Way before my muthaf*ckin mind played tricks
And when Too $hort told me this b*tch, it wasn't givin
Cause I'm sick and tired of n*ggas fantasizin they livin
All on the tell-lie-vision tryina front like that's your car
With a fat-ass cigar, you ain't no muthaf*ckin star
What you are is a n*gga lost, dazed and confused
Back in the day that you stepped in it is the day that you do
But on the cool, some n*ggas been around since the '70s
Steadily preachin to us all longevity
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You don't get sh*t for free
Your own destiny
Longevity
Longevity

{KB:}
10 years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
But back then I said: f*ck rhymin, I was tryina get laid
But now it's '98, I'm all about gettin paid
f*ck that bullsh*t you n*ggas be on in your videos
Drive the sh*t your C.E.O. own
In their home, at their parties, you n*ggas dummies
Muthaf*cka, f*ck the fame, it's all about the money
And then the power (money and the power)
Slingin tapes like powder
Everything I own is mine, don't understand 'ours'
This's a serious business
My n*gga, take care of your business
Especially you n*ggas with gimmicks, your ass is finished
In the nick of time, f*ck havin the tightest rhymes
You better grind, it's plenty fools dope without a dime
So I'm tight with mines, and I prove that every time
Just to let you n*ggas know I'm out to get mine
That's longevity
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{Too $hort:}
Who got the freshman flop or the sophomore jinx
Rappers blow up, fall off, and think
Been there, done that, about to make a comeback
I'm on some new sh*t, not like my young raps
I know what you sold, first album went gold
Then you changed the style, shoulda stuck with the old
Flows, and the old clothes, cause now you fake
You ain't got no hoes committin foul play
Hatin on me, but you're waitin to see
Old school Too $hort in the place to be
I ain't backstage chasin young girlies
I'm chasin money, I'm in my early 30s
Still sellin records, and I'm still a real player
Can't understand how you still could be a hater
Said I don't stop rappin from the start
If you don't believe me, go check the charts
b*tch

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