Gotta Be Me

A yo, bring the funk dude. Man, we make it do what it do Son, I ain't trying to be rude. Bra, I just wanna be cool We always keepin it true. Yo fam, you can't see my crew Again, It's Just A Beat go ooooooooo I'm gonna make it feel funky for you You know it gotta be me man, T,O,N,E man D,A,S,H I'm keepin it G man For the boys and girls and to all the MC's Also DJ's on the 1's,2's and 3's Gotta have trees, that's where the money is Stayin hungry for cash, yellin out I'm lovin his Being me gets easy. One of a kind. Be you, love yourself. Got me wanting to shine Two of the loveliest, smashin with intelligent lines Respect those giving it. I'm thinking about having a heck of a time Man, you're out of ya mind Be creative to rap and make beats like fluid Grabbin mics, experimenting, nothin to it but to do it Rob Ill told em…. in this fight by myself We battle with hard lyrics, spending money, getting wealth Boy, you forcing me to have to pull out the belt A yo (What up G), bring the funk dude (Bring it). Man, we make it do what it do (Do what it do) Son, I ain't trying to be rude (Don't). Bra, I just wanna be cool (Be cool then bra) We always keepin it true (Keep it). Yo fam, you can't see my crew (You can't see us) Again, It's Just A Beat go ooooooooo I'm gonna make it feel funky for you The best gotta be me. O,N,E,O,F,K,I,N,D Heavy on production bangin It's Just A Beat I'm sweepin these girls and boys up off they feet One with charm school and one with the heater I'm a Ghetto Apostle and I'm still undefeated I walk it how I talk it while running it Whipping it with Tone ridin shotgun discussing it This is serious business fam Let's bring it down like a avalanche rocking it from Barcelona to Japan New York, LA, Atlanta, Chicago and Houston got rappers but, not like this man Midwest boys episodes be classy and commercial free We get it in so don't you ask me nothing my g Unless you talking bout the paper I'm chillin on you now, but I can serve you later Like an African cook Pass the herb. I've been prepped by scholars and seasoned by crooks What's the word? We #1 with a bullet If you ain't got one, then you ain't hot son Streets I was born in. Game I was sworn in. Cops be swarming Rich or poor, eat or starve, truth or a lie we ride I rep C I N C I N N A T I J A B boy A yo, bring the funk dude (Bring it). Man, we make it do what it do (Do what it do) Son, I ain't trying to be rude (Don't). Bra, I just wanna be cool (Be cool then bra) We always keepin it true (Keep it). Yo fam, you can't see my crew (You can't see us) Again, It's Just A Beat go ooooooooo I'm gonna make it feel funky for you I'm gonna make you feel funky (K,I,N,D) I'm gonna make you feel (It's Just A Beat) funky (Off they feet) I'm gonna make you feel funky (K,I,N,D) I'm gonna make you feel (It's Just A Beat) funky (Off they feet) I'm gonna make it feel funky for you (K,I,N,D) yeah I'm gonna make it feel (It's Just A Beat) funky (Off they feet) We gettin back to……business