Slow Down

Quart a Mo' (whas happenin?)

Sweet Jones

I see a lot of *************z in this rap game man

*************z moving too mother ***********g fast

Y'all *************z need to...

Slow down (know what I'm talking bout, hol' up)

*************z poppin pills, sippin bar, smoking fry and

God knows whatever else

*************z on that

Malcolm...

X You know like that *************

Breeze said, man the hood gonna catch up with you man

You know what

I'm saying? [Pimp C]

Peep up in the city with the hoes showing ass and ***********

I'm a ghetto star, and the game's a pity

Cause most *************z get took by the street fame

And they can't hold on to their spot in this dirty game

I see a lot of *************z sign record deals

But they fall off, cause they *************z wasn't real

But I've been in this thang since '92

Getting my money, doing what the hustlas do

Through the wars, having no cars

Going to jail, rapping behind bars

Putting it down wit my beat

When we was broke out on the streets

Trying to come up on a motha ***********g

Swisher Sweet

I used to sell ***********, then

I sold crack

I used to ride in a old-school gold '

Lac Fleetwood wit' cherry lights

I sold that ************* to that boy

Moe, that's why we come down at night

Slow down (know what I'm talking bout?) [repeated] [Pimp C]

************* now

I drive a big

Benz (big Benz)

And spend big money with my motha ***********g hustling friends

I don't buy the

O, I buy the quarter-pound

I'm talking

Indo *************,

I lay these *********** down

What's happening out in

LA, LA When

I'm out there with the

Boo-Yaa Tribe

And that's how

I play (that's how I play)

And I'm hollerin at

Yuk and C-

Bo too I hear whatcha saying and

I'm a do what y'all wanna do

Cause ************* *************z need to get hit up

************* *************z don't deserve no truck

Snitch *************z don't deserve to *************

************* outta luck

That's why your records ain't selling and ya stuck

You need to slow down before somebody hit you up

You need to slow down before somebody ************* you up

You need to slow down before it comes to get you

Hit you in your wig and ain't nothing to split you

Slow down (know what I'm talking bout?) [repeated] [Corey Mo]

You see this rap game is more than just rhymes and beats

It designed to make money, it starts in the streets

A lotta *************z don't follow the rules and end up losing

Way before their time, cause their records ain't moving

Better slow down and rethink your strategy *************

Have you still paying dues, you can't be mad at me *************

I ain't looking for no handouts or looking for no friends (un-uh)

My brother always told me *************, go and get your ends

And that's what

I'm a do, it's the honest-to-

God truth

I'm a stay up on these beats and

I'm a stay off in the booth

So all you *************z hating, waiting for me to fold

I'm bout to *************ft to another gear and pass you hoes

On the cool,

I ain't nobody's goddamn fool

Just like you pack tools, *************

I do too So in case you never knew *************, you know now

What you ought to be trying to do is on the real

Is slow down

Slow down (know what I'm talking bout?) [repeated]

Hol' up, slow down, uh

Get your mind on your money

Cause your records ain't selling

************* [repeated]