You Wouldn’t Believe It lyrics

[Verse 1 : Price Tag]
HS87 winning, if you ain’t with it go to Hades
I’m sicker than a snot nose baby with the rabies
I went from holding those rockets, to hawkin like the McGrady
Not a florist, but I have you pushing daisies if you play me
Yeah you test me and you die die, you n*ggas faker than five lies
That’s your girl, I killed her cat, you better pray it got nine lives
I’m head first like skydive, with the best step up, n*gga, why try?
We got more colors then tie die, with the future n*gga, no sci-fi
Got two things on me, feeling like Rambo
Pocket full of money and a whole lot of ammo
She said boy, I speak Spanish, I said “como te amo?”
She said boy, you dress so nice, I said “that’s fero te gamo”
If it’s party time, you know I got that stank and I got that drink
Like a shot that ain’t all net I got that bank, I got that bank
And if you wear chain you probably get a rash
I take your girl and I hit her fast
You come to my hood, you Luke Walton, you won’t get a pass n*gga

[Hook: K. Roosevelt]
And when you see it you won’t believe it
You know you need it

[Verse 2 : Oktane]
I know when I hit the stage your hands better be up
Because I’m only spitting crack, you n*ggas better re-up
And any argument the hardest clique still won’t be enough
So when you’re talking about the best n*gga it better be us
What you gotta figure out, we’re the hardest n*ggas out
Got that crack that’s missing everywhere that y'all be talking bout
It’s them young n*ggas with new cars, I pulled up to that new crib
That’s HS87 making all the moves you wish you did
n*gga we on and gone stay on, and a bad girl we ain’t laid on
I could do this all day long, up and up you get valeted on
Your girl just like a payphone, if I’m in her slot she’ll stay on
I can kick it like Chun-Li, Ryu, n*gga, Fei Long
All you can do is stand there and look like that n*gga’s amazing
I mean, listen to him, he fit out in wordsand phrases that n*gga crazy
Wait, back, back, I don’t know you, chill
Flow too sick and I rap too ill
You need that crack and when you go too still
If we ain’t on the spot I don’t know who will
Oktane
[Hook: K. Roosevelt]
And when you see it you won’t believe it
You know you need it

[Verse 3 : Hit-Boy]
We used to be number ten, now we’re permanently in
There ain’t no treatment for this sh*t, we’re terminatelly ill
sh*t we mercilessly kill every f*cking thing moving
Watch me prove it, I just do it, on my Nike sh*t I’m zoomin'
And I know they love me, cause Discog(raphy) star heavy
But I’m tired of the interviews already
Bout to drop the game like the ball heavy
Now these hater n*ggas bring up cause I’m ball heavy call Jerry
How the f*ck they dropped an album, ain’t no fillers,
They must have a team full of contract killers
Nah I’m realer, new thriller, MJ, these b*tches quicker than the dominos deliver
Go ahead read through my scripters
Cause this real sh*t, I wreck sh*t, all quoteables, no flex sh*t
Y'all supposed to know, I blessed it, and it’s number one, no question
Like A.I. I answer, crossed over, got my advancer
I’m the newest member of Sam’s club, meaning I getting get no tax cut
Taking b*tches to school when your papers due by
I’m just out by the pool spending changes Dubai
Like the f*cking bull’s eye I am aiming at you, n*ggas
And it ain’t no competition, getting vain with my addictions
[Outro: K. Roosevelt]
Make money money money x4