nothin' but a fan - romeo & master rhyme lyrics
[verse 1]
suckers can’t stand us ’cause we’re [?] the party
[?] everybody
been waiting, meditating
[?] start smoking
while you suckers still joking
and hoping to get a chance to diss this crew
but when i you say you want some how come you don’t move?
[?] rhymes that i wrote [?]
[?] i know you want my strap
you know exactly how my show’s on
and deep inside you know why you don’t speak
it ain’t our fault we made the freaks wanna freak
y’all said ‘step up, get up’ we got up and you stepped back
just like some suckers when they’re putting on tracks
[?] ’cause you know you can’t win
the only one i want is that [?] ren
high*signing for another man just like a f*ggot
you put your b*tt up in my face and now i’m gonna tag it
[?] down with pop and all that wack sound
this is our battle but you’re still playing the background
but one day you’ll have to do it my way
one on one, without that motherf*cker dre
and if you’re huffin’ and puffin’, still bluffing with nothing
a major rushing and crushing
just hushing and busting your mouth
take all your clout ’cause you’re all about nothing
just fussin’ and cussin’
“eazy*e, motherf*ckers”
“shut the f*ck up!”
“what you got to do, you little n*gga?”
“yo dre!”
“get the f*ck outta here”
“yo yella”
“step up if you wanna get hurt”
[verse 2]
when we met at manual arts
you think that you played it smart
[?]
but you show me you’re hard
i ask you for a warfare
you’re scared
put a man on every man but you never dare
take a loss like that, [?]
plain and simple but some have gotten started
on that he*say, she*say, you know it didn’t happen that way
wanna kick it with me, yo yella, kick it with my dj
push come to shove but [?]
you have to run into the studio and do all your dirt
and now your tape is doing great, should i call you a star?
or sit back and laugh and watch you fronting like you’re hardcore
“hittin’ hard as f*ck, i make you ask what was it”
“motherf*cker, put your hands down”
“and if a sucker talks sh*t, i give him a (pow)”
“shoot me, motherf*cker!”
[verse 3]
yo dre, you wanna battle, it’s on, you know i’m still here
give me a chance to diss a punk before the [?]
it was a joke, everytime that you smoke
when you finish showing off, it’s on, let’s go for broke
and if not, you better stop
’cause i’m gonna bust a lyric, make you hear it and fear it
’cause i wanna, see if you got the tongue, see if you got the lungs
battle eye to eye, and fool, you get hung
now, do you wanna scratch, or do you wanna mc
or kick it in the back with them same wack beats
[?] beeper, showing no shame
ain’t no matter how you play it, they all sound the same
now how can a brother man talk on another hand
when he sound impenitent and can’t understand
that i’ll smile, while i bust different styles
make the crowd go wild then i [?] smile
so you better step back because you’re mixing on tracks
hey romeo, won’t show why you’ve got my back?
“i am”
“what?”
“stompin’ out suckers like cigarette b*tts”
“i am”
“what?”
“stompin’ out suckers like cigarette b*tts”
[verse 4]
you got the [?] so i guess i’ll give you credit
but when it’s time to throw you know you won’t get it
your style is weak compared to water from a water fountain
i didn’t want to diss you ’cause you said that you’re from “compton”
but you went broke and had to diss the crackerjack
[?], get j*p*slapped
you sat back [?] and tried
to diss this crew but your brain got damaged by
a fantasy, can’t you see [?]
you couldn’t see the light with all those dollars in your eyes
it’s suicide for money, fool, don’t you really fear it?
before you try to diss you better write your own lyrics
before you get chopped and bopped and dropped as i rock hip*hop
huh, i never stop, yeah
you’re on the radio, and all that stuff is true
but showing off, that’s all that you do
’cause when you ran then slam your jam
i begin to understand that you ain’t nothing but a fan
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