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[Lord Finesse]Check it out, for those that know meYa wonder why I always play low keyI know I got people and fans that like meBut all the noise and attention don't excite meSo I just lounge and play the D.LIn the crib with just me and a femaleI'm still slick besides the othersCause a player like meYo, I'm smoother than the Isley BrothersWhen I'm on the scene I get feedbackBrothers runnin up, wassup, where you be at?I be by myself just coolinCause I don't have time to sweat what someone else is doinCause their not equal to meI got places to go, money to make, people to seeWhat'cha gonna doThe man is comin through(You got it goin on)Hey yo, that ain't nothin newBut my fame is stressin othersSo you always got some that always want to test a brotherBut I'm wildin at home kidI'm straight makin papes, so tell me what ya problem isYa talk about unity, but when I turn my backYou talkin about what ya want to do to meLetras de cancionesYeah, you could keep riffinI ain't the one, I sent ya home with ya teeth missinSo stop runnin at the mouthStraight up and downYou, you know what I'm aboutKnockin brothers offKnockin brohters out (3X)Yo, you know what I'm about(repeat all 2X)[Lord Finesse]I'm out to get doughMakin brothers petroSome suckas don't like meBut I could care less thoughCause I'm a command y'allI'm smackin' brothers up like Puerto Ricans play handballBut I ain't the funny type that joke around, huhI gotta get my money rightAnd I got the right gameI'm definetely the wrong man to invite to a dice gameCause I got strategyI'm rollin head cracks, tripsAnd makin all the brothers mad at meThey might as well give upThe way I'm takin all the dough, this might as well be a stick upCause it's a mans thingThe way I got things soldYo, they can't do a damn thingTryin to gain propsI ain't the one to seeYa clowns mess around and get played like a drum machineYou gotta find a better wayI'm pullin everything from your car to your resumeCause I don't play clownI'm tryin to get mine That's why my face stay frownI don't smile or try to play my foulI light your boys like ?tile?Hey yo, you know my styleSo just slow down, cause y'all can't throw downAnd y'all can't accept that a brothers makin dough nowAnd I'm livin better, trueI makin more noise than the loudest heavy metal groupIt's the cool man, brother with the smooth planThat's why I'm seeing more papers than a newstandSo peep it, don't try to run and speak itPoint blank that keep my way about secretWhile brothers is packin still, actin illI'm on the D.L, with a femaleAnd I'm stackin billsHow ya livin? Yeah I'm livin swellCause a brother like me Yo I'm ringin bellsNo doubt, I got cloutAin't no future in frontinYo, you know what I'm about Knockin brothers offKnockin brothers out (3X)Yo, you know what I'm about(repeat all 2X) From Letras Mania