Q & A Lyrics - Singles - Joell Ortiz

Let me tell you what I'ma do today 

Today is just me and you, you and I for a Q and A 

I know the questions you gon' ask, all I'ma do is say 

what's on my mind; I'm just, tellin you why 

This ain't, snapback meets New Era 

This new era gets smacked 'til they necks snap back and that goes for whoever 

I ain't done workin, I'm just one person 

that promise to keep this shit pure, like a young virgin 

Your dumb version of hip-hop got us uncertain 

Your daughter dress like a nigga, nigga your son's twerkin 

I'm still a two-stepper, steppin with two heffers 

Still step to your crew extra quick, that's what I do, let's just 

tell 'em why I'm such a thoroughbred 

Born and raised in that Brook', you shook, look what my borough bred 

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All this, time away from workin solo, snappin photos 

with my bro-bros and the Slaughter's been an honor but I'm back to dolo 

Feet is Nike, the hat is Polo, I'm no fashion logo 

No gay bashin but if you tough then don't be actin homo 

Let me tell y'all why I hit the tread 

Wasn't to lose weight and get this bread, nah homie, you've been misled 

Last year I shot a fair one with my nigga Fred 

and damn near dropped dead, I should've won but I got whipped instead 

I ain't like that so I stopped that liquor to the head 

Dropped the Newports, copped new shorts and watched my figure shred 

Y'all cuffin chickenheads 

Speakin of cuffs, I made this slut marry my nigga in the Feds to give him visit head 

Man let me tell y'all why I'm real rap 

Why I don't need a rope chain or dress like Soul Train to bring that feel back 

Photos 

This for those who ain't know that Ortiz spit clean 

It's e'ry lil' girl birthday, here's a +Sweet Sixteen+ 

Went from a 40 waist to a 3-6 jean 

But that 40's still on my waist with a mean sixteen 

But I ain't here to talk how I protect myself 

Or how I lived in the gym last year to perfect my health 

Nah, we could rap off, I'll off you rap niggaz with a rap off 

the top, I ain't wrapped too tight, back off! 

Off the back door into the bleachers, hit the teacher off the backboard 

and in, y'all in the in-crowd but mad off 

Y'all God and Mike in tight slacks 

with hard bottoms, hit the bottom hard after you moonwalk like Mike Jack' 

Huh, B-R-B, I don't mean I'll be right back 

I mean B, y'all R&B singin, I write RAPS! 

"But Ortiz, you went all complex and said the shit!" 

Yeah you right, aight cool, let me extend the clip 

Penmanship, my pen is sick, you in the pen's then hit the bench and lift 

Chest against the bar and do a extra six 

E'ry year it's some new nigga they put the best against 

Put they neck on the line but I twist it up like "The Exorcist" 

If I'm your comp I understand why you a pessimist 

Point blank with an infrared scope, bet these pests'll piss 

they pants, can't shoot at Godzilla, man them pellets itch 

The fire that be leavin my mouth'll melt your whole relevence 

You lil' niggaz, lil' boys is cute 

My bars hard, they hurt like Ray Mercer, you don't want it duke 

So save the subs for Quiznos, keep the talkin mute 

Cause I'll punch you in your big nose and watch your faucet shoot 

Y'all chasin pop hits, FUCK a pop hit 

One of my joints pop? Sheeit, another check deposit!