Boom (X3)

How many trains will make that Where you can hear a nigga lurking on the streets Like boom, boom, boom I'm working on my third, you see You still learning about the birds and bees My nigga, you knew, knew, knew We be up in here, just murdering beats I had the landlord knocking like a burglary Like boom, boom, boom They'll bring a nigga 'round the world, you see And tell me what your motherfuckers haven't heard of me Like who, who, who Started making a name and now they're knockin' it Fuck the city up whenever we droppin' shit Created a sound, they started jockin' it Don't put on for the scene, 'cause we not in it I'm not tryna make a scene But is it still a scene if it's not heard or seen? Don't worry about us, nigga, worry about your team Tryna get this bread 'cause they say cash rules And you know all of Parker's beats are cashews Ain't nothin' but a thing Put bass in your (coughing) Put bass in your voice if you're gonna speak my name Damn near 30, grown ass nigga We a dynasty, word to Jigga Rockin' and I'm rollin', driving like it's stolen No sick calls, bro, I always go in Still bumping Jill Nigga, life is golden How many trains will make that Where you can hear a nigga lurking on the streets Like boom, boom, boom I'm working on my third, you see You still learning about the birds and bees My nigga, you knew, knew, knew We be up in here, just murdering beats I had the landlord knocking like a burglary Like boom, boom, boom They'll bring a nigga 'round the world, you see And tell me what your motherfuckers haven't heard of me Like who, who, who Me, I ain't fuckin' with none of that chit-chat That he-say, she- say shit about this cat 'Well I ain't heard he had a-' Nigga, just get back That old, white nigga saying, 'Oh, I don't do the rap thing But I can actually understand you, I dig that And you don't talk about the guns and you flip crack.' Well, listen up, Baxter Well, see, I get that But we won't agree on as much as you think, Jack And then we got the old head's going 'What's up with the ghost-writing thing, my nigga? I don't get that. See, back in my day, you had to write and Spit raps.' Isn't Ice Cube writing 6'4" and Known Facts? They even put in a movie, nigga, explain that That's no shade, they ain't even try and go change that And here we go back again with all that chit-chat The he-say, she-say, nigga just spit raps How many trains will make that Where you can hear a nigga lurking on the streets Like boom, boom, boom I'm working on my third, you see You still learning about the birds and bees My nigga, you knew, knew, knew We be up in here, just murdering beats I had the landlord knocking like a burglary Like boom, boom, boom They'll bring a nigga 'round the world, you see And tell me what your motherfuckers haven't heard of me Like who, who, who