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Show Em What They Won Lyrics - Free City - St. Lunatics

Yeah, yeah, check, check 

See I ain't about playin', Leezy 'bout cash in advance 

Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan 

Makin' a killin' man, went from that to makin' a livin' 

 

Righteous willin', the only thing supreme swimmin' 

And proceed to not smoke weed around the seed 

It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's 

I dwell on off how y'all plan makin' mo' money so I had to buy a fly chain 

 

Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod' 

With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin' folks 

Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle 

You the type of niggas puffin' in shirts, socks and sandals 

 

Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me 

Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me 

Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin' 

It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin' "Yo ma" 

 

What's it like bein' Nelly? Ay, let me break it down 

It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds 

It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds 

It's like a Freaknik and you got the only rubbers in town 

 

I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year 

GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your ear 

Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his ear 

Have 'em askin', yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here? 

That's gotta be illegal, Bob 

 

I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit 

Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit 

Witnesses, I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit 

Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick 

 

Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules 

Peep game, I'm wearin' Jordans, summer these my shoes 

I'm like the heir to the throne 

Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home 

Get ya coach on the phone, tell 'em "Go on" 

 

Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, what? Show 'em what they won, who? 

 

Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin' shit get served, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, leavin' they mama's feelin's hurt, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, what? Show 'em what they won, who? 

Show 'em what they won 

 

Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done 

Keep huns screamin', "Keyjuan-na-na" 

On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa 

Me and mine at the mall spendin' grands like Cool Bob 

 

See I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya 

Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya 

Tip-[Incomprehensible] pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er 

First cat out the Lou that you knew that 

 

Wore a lime-green headband, matchin' leather pants 

Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin' wristbands 

This man, he keeps it real sweet 

With somethin' sweeter than sweet, puffin' on Swisher Sweets 

 

I'm unique like a blue cardinal bird without the beak 

I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets 

Pick door number three if your price is right 

I'll pull a DJ Quik, tonight is the night 

 

Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid 

I think I'm five-eight but yo, maybe I'm five-six 

With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off 

You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off 

 

Now and not right now but right now 

And I ain't backin' down, she can get up and bounce 

The young dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south 

Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch 

 

And wrap somethin' and put on a beat and rap somethin' 

They call me mister get all mad and smack somethin' 

I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two 

If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo 

 

And go and by a juice or somethin' 

A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin' loose for nothin' 

Money earnin' rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin' 

So I'm servin' rappers, I be cookin' when I'm comin' 

 

Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, what? Show 'em what they won, who? 

 

Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin' shit get served, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, leavin' they mama's feelin's hurt, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, what? Show 'em what they won, who? 

 

Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, what? Show 'em what they won, who? 

 

Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin' shit get served, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, leavin' they mama's feelin's hurt, Bob 

Show 'em what they won, what? Show 'em what they won, who? 

Show 'em what they won