Made You Look

"Made You Look"

Bravehearts

Now let's get it all in perspective

For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step with

Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice

But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo

Grey Goose and a whole lotta hydro

Only describe us as soldier survivors

Stay laced in the best, well dressed

With finesse in a white tee, looking for wifey

Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely

Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze

We can drive thru the city no doubt

But don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out

Newness here's the anthem

Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot with

Push the pool stick in your new crib

Same hand that you hoop with, swing around like you stu-pid

King of the town? Yeah, I been that

You know I click-clack; where you and your mens at?

Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat

Rooftop like we bringing '88 back

They shooting – aw, made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Getting big money, playboy your time's up

Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

They shooting – aw, made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Getting big money, playboy your time's up

Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

This ain't rapping, this is Street Hop

Now get up off your ass, like your seat's hot

My live ******, lit up the reefer

Trunk of the car, we got the streetsweeper

Don't start none, won't be none, no reason for your mans

To panic, you don't wanna see no ambulances

Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup

That's the way you get Timberland'd up

Let the music diffuse all the tension

Baller convention, free admission

Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift

Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept

All my just-coming homies, parolees

Get money, leave the beef alone slowly

Get out my face, you people so phoney

Pull out my waist, the eagle four-forty

They shooting – aw, made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Getting big money, playboy your time's up

Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

They shooting – aw, made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Getting big money, playboy your time's up

Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

I see ****** running, yo, my mood is real rude

I lay you out, show you what steel do

Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges

Every invitation to fight you punk asses

Like Pun said, you ain't even en mi clasa

Maybach Benz, back seat, TV plasma

Ladies looking for athletes or rappers

Whatever you choose, whatever you do

Make sure he a thug and intelligent too

Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love

Let me feel how the head is

Females whose the ***iest is always the nastiest

And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class

Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth

I'm a leader at last, this a don you with

My nines'll spit, ****** lose consciousness