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Act Right by Tame One Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2003

When I politic with cliques I'm representing from the Bricks, west district, 07106 and shit
I sip Hennessy fifths till my energy dips, when my enemies riff, they catch a Kennedy hit
You want static, better turn to channel 3 with no cable, I'm mentally stable, able to merc' a whole label
My 16 bars diss rappers like A&R's, I take charge like you purchasing clothes with credit cards
I vomit atomic clocks of cosmic slop, sick enough to throw this planet into toxic shock, you wanna battle me, that'll be tragedy, actually I be blacking like cavities, in the very rapid capacity
Certified psychopathic , the rap classic , well above average, still can get savage, Iller than Regie Miller with ____ with the buzzer at OT, the new Jerusalem OG

(Act right, that's right, cats might trip, rap right and have niggas like "that's my shit!" never think it couldn't gangster rapping is a fast life, do you , and act right. )x2

It ain't enough to talk tough you gotsta back shit up, drive past and get your dads Cadillac hit up. Shoot, prison, then you end up missing, fly straight, play the role and get your ass took out like prom dates
I'm not one for playing with these industry cats, I stay into these raps until I catch a memory lapse, I Keep a poker face, showing no emotions when I'm open, constantly smoking, hoping these sucka's don't think I'm joking. Competition listen, don't be wasting your time, I'm hating your rhymes , so I just replace em with mines, cause I rap like I act like...antisocial , and critics that wanna diss it can't stand my vocals. But I'm stuck in my ways and I won't change for shit, cause Tamester's gangsters is just too dangerous, so act like you want it , and I'll deliver it to ya, come to your show and get the first 8 rows just to boo ya

(Act right, that's right, cats might trip, rap right and have niggas like "that's my shit!" never think it couldn't gangster rapping is a fast life, do you , and act right. )x2

The 973 MC, far from friendly, sparks the sensei , before you start up your Bentley, just cause you paid, don't mean 'at you ain't afraid so be humble, or catch it in this concrete jungle
Try if you will to deny my skills, cause you're just another wanna be that I might kill. Ice grills don't mean much, when I be in the cut, weed it up, not caring, beef I heat it up. Don't compare me to nothing you heard, that's my word, they'll be picking you off of the curb for working my nerves. Son you like I was your pops ,running your spot, cause nothing you got is worth having to run from the cops. I'mma let you live even though I'm positively negative, Hit up sedatives , I be pissing off my relatives, this ain't a game cause I'm living off the chain , I'm using my brain, finding it hard to maintain

(Act right, that's right, cats might trip, rap right and have niggas like "that's my shit!" never think it couldn't gangster rapping is a fast life, do you , and act right. )x2