What It Is lyrics

by

R. Kelly


[Trae: {*talking}]
Naw*
What'chu mean n*gga?
I ain't in to giving no muthaf*ckin pass
I done been quiet too muthaf*ckin long
sh*t n*gga how the f*ck I let'chu out here
And I ain't told an ass what really go on
Naw n*gga you got me f*cked up
And if you with they ass you need to get the f*ck up outta here
f*ck ass

[Verse 1:]
King of the year back yeah I'm something to feel
This here I'm gone with rapping b*tch I'm back on the field
I'm bout to kick it with the realest why they gave me the shield
I never worry bout drama cause I'm a come with the steel
I feel it's me against the world I'm so sick of looking at rap
... they pus*y that's why I kick it with the trap
n*ggas check a n*gga resume I beat it up and stack
Now it's only time they see me if I'm coming out the slap
n*ggas call me what'chu want it's goin be hell when I break through
If I hit up with the truth I bet they goin be hade you
I bet'chu n*ggas know what the f*ck I'm a take it too
King of the streets ain't a place you couldn't make it too
Pac show me I'm a take the work and get
Get with me I'm a make em run to quit
Whenever I go to war I get it done quick
In the hood radio don't run sh*t
... in my city got the dope close
I'm goin hard for these n*ggas goin low blows
I guess I gotta barb and weave the sho-hoes
I'm the king it ain't only in my logos
I'm on they first step tell em it's a shakedown
Front on me b*tch I'm doing it for H-town
On top you can bet'cha on your way down
Yeah you get a chance but I'm bout to put'cha brace down
Cheeah!
[Talking:]
Like I don't know what the f*ck they really thinking
LIke I ain't goin get out there and do what I do best
And that's expose a b*tch
I giva f*ck about a motherf*cker feelings
When nobody ask out here when I was on my own
Only motherf*ckers who kept me living was the streets
So if you ever think you can deceit what I got going on
Kill yourself, dumbass
[Verse 2:]
Ay
f*ck em f*ck em you can tell em that I said so
They ain't never seen the type of sh*t that I done play it fo'
Tell em I represent for all my n*ggas who was dead tho
I keep my head high in any weather why you head low
You never seen convicted I'm a permanent pain on em
2010 I'm the permanent stain on it
It ain't go out the gate I put a permanent claim on it
Put the clicky out the trunk and put that permanent rain on em
The king in this b*tch all n*ggas better head home
I'm the certified sh*t get it plenty with the smell
This is dedicated to all that said I wouldn't sell
Tell they ass kill theyself I wanna see em go to hell
n*ggas talk about they nick gimme the square and I'm a lean on em
Put it on em ass even if they got a team on em
If they want beef tell em I can put the steam on it
Or hit em with the scope or even leave it with a beam on em
Yeah, I can't lie my flave nick
You can try to put it out but I bet'cha I can't quit
Had these other nick-ters talk too make me sick
Go and get'cha favorite rapper I tell em he ain't sh*t
Anger thrower I can do it I ain't even gotta flex
First wave for the H goin b*tch I got next
So everythang I love I guarantee a Trae wrecks
Rain the studio on set they don't even want plex
[Talking:]
I guess real n*ggas just need to give up
Timid ass n*ggas
You know I finally came to the conclusion
I guess I'm probably ain't nothing like you muthaf*cker
That's why I ain't accepting so easy
You know half these muthaf*ckers out here rapping
Really ain't what that is
And one thang I know I remember
"Birds of a feather flock together"
Read between the lines n*gga
But I'm a tell you one thang
f*ck with me, and I'm a show you how it go down foreal
(They breaking the code)
I giva f*ck who turn they back on me
(Where they do that at?)
It could be radio, it could be fans
(It ain't no loyalty homie)
It could be gay ass n*ggas that got a muthaf*ckin problem cause I'm out here foreal
Tell them see me when they see me n*gga
You can't ban me
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