Mostly Tha Voice

It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up It's mostly tha voice, that makes you buck A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills But if your voice ain't dope then you need to [chill... chill... ] Up steps one, and he gets done Then up steps another, he gets smothered That's word to mother, or should I say moms I drop bombs, scorchin niggaz like napalm Sucka, boy, get off my shit Get off my dick so what I make butter hits You better change your behavior, battling Gangstarr No religion could save ya My religion is rap, R-A-P R-E-A-L-I-T-Y, G Cause when I rock street kids rejoice I got mad rhymes, still Refrain So when you think you know the whole you don't even know the half You're not a threat to myself, and neither to my staff Not the type to really dance too much, although I used to Rather bust a fresh line, and get loose to The blunted ill types of beats Premier makes Makes your girl's rear shake, let me set it straight Refrain Some rappers use hooks to this shit But if you took that shit out and you took all the music out What would remain? The voice no doubt Bless my soul I control when in pimp mode My bank roll expands I invest in my man I plan, to keep rap real so if your shit ain't fat then kneel You squeal, feeling pain from my oral flex what about oral sex, which chick's next To open wide and get a chunk from a real brother Yeah, some real funk from a real brother They get sprung and most of them