featuring KB Scarface



Ah yeah



Scarface

Short Dog



Yeah



Longevity



Fake niggas...



{Scarface:}

And you can tell em I said it

I said muthafuckas is takin the credit

Been in the game for 20 minutes and they thinkin they legends

All on their videos showin off frontin for the camera

One hit wonders is playin games fakin stamina

I damage ya throwin blows to your egos

Flossin new leather think you the shit wearin these clothes

And supposed to flash and have the finer things

But can't seem to keep your money, cause you're buyin rings

What is you gettin, 7 or 6, new record contract?

Bustin your bomb raps, but you ain't gettin your funds back

Fuck that, I been around since '86

Way before my muthafuckin mind played tricks

And when Too $hort told me this bitch, it wasn't givin

Cause I'm sick and tired of niggas fantasizin they livin

All on the tell-lie-vision tryina front like that's your car

With a fat-ass cigar, you ain't no muthafuckin star

What you are is a nigga lost, dazed and confused

Back in the day that you stepped in it is the day that you do

But on the cool, some niggas been around since the '70s

Steadily preachin to us all longevity



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You don't get shit for free

Your own destiny

Longevity

Longevity



{KB:}

10 years ago a friend of mine

Asked me to say some MC rhymes

But back then I said: fuck rhymin, I was tryina get laid

But now it's '98, I'm all about gettin paid

Fuck that bullshit you niggas be on in your videos

Drive the shit your C.E.O. own

In their home, at their parties, you niggas dummies

Muthafucka, fuck the fame, it's all about the money

And then the power (money and the power)

Slingin tapes like powder

Everything I own is mine, don't understand 'ours'

This's a serious business

My nigga, take care of your business

Especially you niggas with gimmicks, your ass is finished

In the nick of time, fuck havin the tightest rhymes

You better grind, it's plenty fools dope without a dime

So I'm tight with mines, and I prove that every time

Just to let you niggas know I'm out to get mine

That's longevity



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{Too $hort:}

Who got the freshman flop or the sophomore jinx

Rappers blow up, fall off, and think

Been there, done that, about to make a comeback

I'm on some new shit, not like my young raps

I know what you sold, first album went gold

Then you changed the style, shoulda stuck with the old

Flows, and the old clothes, cause now you fake

You ain't got no hoes committin foul play

Hatin on me, but you're waitin to see

Old school Too $hort in the place to be

I ain't backstage chasin young girlies

I'm chasin money, I'm in my early 30s

Still sellin records, and I'm still a real player

Can't understand how you still could be a hater

Said I don't stop rappin from the start

If you don't believe me, go check the charts

Bitch



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