Ini To Each His Own Lyrics

To Each His Own Lyrics

f/ Large Professor, Q-Tip







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Yeah, uhh uhh InI is in the place



Yeahyeah uuh



Along with my man Extra P and my man Q-T



Here in the place to be



With the capital P, Rock on







[Verse 1: Grap Luva]



I'm braced just from my voice bring life to microphones



And my weight phone moves I'm headed for the dead zone



You heads flown and it's a crazy rest



You should've vest when the Kane come to test the best



So next up is the one the non-half stepper



Keeper of the thought, healer of the lepras



Controller of the treezy with no ego to feed



Cause I stays level headed, vocabulary



I'm better up in the dome, I'm bound to crush



Rollin' up I spill the bone free



See it's the G bring it to you in the physical



Comin' through with the crucial ball material



I entertain each time I'm in the session



Leavin brothers guessin', yo what's that sound



Got 'em wishin' they was on this bitches mouth goin' down



InI vibrations over plumb tracks



Most of y'all found cats couldn't match that



Touch this, I don't think you should attempt to



Cause if you do, plus I got two examples



From gettin any clout



No doubt to each his own







[Chorus]



To each his own (repeat 8 times)







[Verse 2: Q-Tip]



Check it out to each his own, watch out cat



Niggas think daz can get a dollar bill



Choices made, they choose the ill



Inside a nigga wanna survivalism of all the scrams



It's crazy let's make you move, tryin to be topscore



And he really don't give a rats ass who he go to



He's a big boy, he bites all he can chew



But yo I eat all plates with hip hop written on it



Pete Rock the group InI shittin on it



Lyrically impressive ain't no second guesses



The most poppin shit talker is the one who stresses



And you see the Abstract with a tight lipped caddy



Speakin on my peace and my soul is ever vary



Til my microphone I dialogue



Sit back with a whole lot a love, complement it with claps



I'm on some grown men shit, my peak is not yet reached



So I remind my one and take 'em each



To each his own







[Chorus]







[Verse 3: Rob-O]



Excuse me, I'm here to earn a man a buck or two



Now take a chance with life or lose the fuckin you



All your friends, your flower lack potent



You used to be shy but now you wanna be my stands



On the E-L this is gonna swell for a second



While I'm catchin wreck, how many others should she step in



The sack with, guess I better get a Profalectic



Back to the crib in case I smack it



Bad tactic cause a gym hat caught it flat



Plus the ball stick wasn't even all of that



Now it's hectic I'm headin to the joint gettin injected



Plus the fact that I'm infected



So check it out, yo when you with these chicks



And they spread out, with skins enough to take ya head out



Use precaution cause some is packin' death behind the set



Peace to the Gods, so watch your dick



To each his own







[Verse 4: Large Professor]



To each his own, niggas is sown, bout to full blown



Brother who could never be a clone



Large Pro so fuck your bullshit harsh, yo



I'm rappin with the weapon my whole squad glow



Like a diamond, so don't sham fan, I have to climb in



That ass like a truck, leavin niggas as struck



Like lightening bold that cats flow goes right in the volt



In the end peace to land times ten



Cee-Lo the whole InI is my people



So sit back relax and just listen while we pull



The moneys and honeys fake fours did clone



To each his own, to each his own







[Chorus](repeated til fade)