Steal Da Show Lyrics

Steal Da Show lyrics

(City Spud)

 Yo, 'for the nigga mention my name I let him know the deal

 I'm the nigga, same nigga, thought was a lame nigga

 Now I push a Range nigga, you know the name nigga

 Peep the Iceberg jeans, the ice chain nigga

 And if I got beef I let the whole world know it

 So if you got beef let the whole world know it

 Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it

 It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it

 Or get it blown from the top gun nigga 

 I ain't finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga

 Dissin my crew you catch hot ones

 I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns

 I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin fly misses

 While you niggas at the crib tryna' find misses

 Yo I'm gettin head from the Mexican dime bitches

 Them niggas mad 'cause they riches ain't like my riches

 

 (Murphey Lee)

 A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy

 The civilized jewel boy

 I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores

 For equality, vocal and wallabies

 I smoke la like it got me boomin like bad-a-bing

 Rap, don't gotta sing 'cause I get my hum on

 Actually I get hummed on

 Hoes tongues be on my dong dong

  long, head at night, head in the morn

 Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin songs

 Cats be gettin gone thinkin they got it goin on

 Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home

 Check the background, St. Louis clown from the U-Town

 Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down

 Same crew now, it's too damn quiet but too loud

 Hoes be pretendin always sayin they too proud

 If I ruled the world, I do now

 Me and the 'Tics 'bout to rack 'em and move the crowd

 

 (Hook - Lunatics) 2x

 Call the cops, I see a robbery in progress

 Lunatics about to steal the show

 (Where you from?)

 From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4

 

 (Ali)

 I rip grass and smash, with a 44 mag

 This nigga jag, from the front to the back I heard it crash

 Nigga hurt 'em bad, you heard him laugh

 Talkin trash 'bout whoopin my ass

 I never let a nigga do that, who that

 Get his brains blew back with a new gat

 Yellin "true that", hollowtips is goin cleeeeean through that

 And I didn't have to get my whole team just to do that

 In a blue hat, with a black baggy Karl Kani

 An iced out ring just to score on your eye

 Hard to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory

 Cats is sick like H-I-V if they feelin weak

 We be , Jackie Frost, 

 Danny Terrio, shows to the Motorola

 Money hold up, whippin the Rover, high roller dog

 What you holdin, I'm paid, so controllin y'all

 Yiggidy yes y'all like Das EFX, I's be next

 To rep that Midwest, it's sets and projects

 

 (Keyaun)

 Now once Keyaun say hit the safe, raise the stakes

 'Tics in fifty states, might as well blaze the cake

 I got moves to make, transactions to handshakes

 Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin CDs and tapes

 Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate

 A snake is still a snake no matter the size or shape

 Those that hate, anchored with weights, found in the lake

 Come off the chain my main, you tied to the gate

 First you caught a case, second you caught the babes

 Third, you caught me with your date, that was no mistake

 Good things come to those who wait

 So if you waitin on them 'Tics, huh, they gon' be late

 In your house with your spouse I'm doin the nasty

 I'm a felon, ask Jay, I rob industries and ashtrays

 Branson and hashy, and wrap somethin

 And burn the place, ya heard me

 

 (Nelly)

 Watch me load up the ammo, cock it back slow

 In the back door, infrared low

 Tell me somethin that I don't already know

 Like, which one of these closets contain cash flow

 Got three little problems I just thought you should know

 Peep, I'm addicted to 'yes' and I'm allergic to 'no'

 I'm obsessed with dough, money makin and the hoes

 Anything other than satisfaction gon' blow

 Heard through the grapevine you lookin for me

 Couldn't be, 'cause if it was you would be bookin from me

 Shook when ya see Nelly rollin in the GS-3

 Hangin out the sunroof like "bing, bing, bing"

 Back the car up, pop the trunk now

 Can ya hold ya breath 'cause I'ma flood this town

 That ass scream "nine-second-five right here"

 Neighbors on the lawn like "Nelly, why right here"

 

 (Hook) 1 1/2x