98 to Pieces by RA$H (Rap) Lyrics
Let me spit this with precise ness
Ain't tryna hit a bystander
By standards end up lifeless
Got me off some bullshit
Like arming Rodman with a nightstick
Whipping arm and hammer
Got you baking on the prices
So the
Word is, that I'm the hottest up and comer
That's only because a nigga jots down til' the sun up
Rebels with a cause
So we do what we wanna
And I'd like to tell mama that I love her
No guarantees to come home
These niggas steady shooting at each other
The family hanging tree, You just shooting at your brother
Feeding each other lies, These coppers is undercover
Find your self with your shawty with wires under her covers
God damn bro
This shit is too real
Somebody go find Morpheus to take the blue pill
I need the stories to end
Ain't off no suicide shit
Just looking for a companion to do or die with
(Hook)
98' to pieces x4
Higher than a Bobby on a highway
Nose filled with Whitney got 'em feeling like a Friday
Body slamming bodyguards
With Brazilian leotards
Promise I won't make it
Shit I'm sleeping through these seminars
And I understand college the shit
But I'd rather do a college tour
Than in college and shit
Moms worried bout these grants
I'm tryna pay off the rent
Sending labels my music
And I ain't making a cent
Bitch I'm in the zone
Like I'm taking offense
Got standing all alone
Like I'm stuck in a fence
And all these other rappers claiming they pressed for a check
Bitch I'm looking for a deal and I ain't got no connects
And I don't give a fuck if you never fucked with the set
I know you fucks with the music
That's 98' to your chest
Nothing less
(Begins to sing)
Ain't tryna hit a bystander
By standards end up lifeless
Got me off some bullshit
Like arming Rodman with a nightstick
Whipping arm and hammer
Got you baking on the prices
So the
Word is, that I'm the hottest up and comer
That's only because a nigga jots down til' the sun up
Rebels with a cause
So we do what we wanna
And I'd like to tell mama that I love her
No guarantees to come home
These niggas steady shooting at each other
The family hanging tree, You just shooting at your brother
Feeding each other lies, These coppers is undercover
Find your self with your shawty with wires under her covers
God damn bro
This shit is too real
Somebody go find Morpheus to take the blue pill
I need the stories to end
Ain't off no suicide shit
Just looking for a companion to do or die with
(Hook)
98' to pieces x4
Higher than a Bobby on a highway
Nose filled with Whitney got 'em feeling like a Friday
Body slamming bodyguards
With Brazilian leotards
Promise I won't make it
Shit I'm sleeping through these seminars
And I understand college the shit
But I'd rather do a college tour
Than in college and shit
Moms worried bout these grants
I'm tryna pay off the rent
Sending labels my music
And I ain't making a cent
Bitch I'm in the zone
Like I'm taking offense
Got standing all alone
Like I'm stuck in a fence
And all these other rappers claiming they pressed for a check
Bitch I'm looking for a deal and I ain't got no connects
And I don't give a fuck if you never fucked with the set
I know you fucks with the music
That's 98' to your chest
Nothing less
(Begins to sing)