Look Over Your Shoulder

作词 : T. Smith/K. Duckworth/D. Lamb/H. Davis/B. Gordy/W. Hutchison/B. West/B. Bennett

作曲 : T. Smith/K. Duckworth/D. Lamb/H. Davis/B. Gordy/W. Hutchison/B. West/B. Bennett

Just look over your shoulders, honey!

Yeah, I know

It's been a minute

Got to know

Just look over your shoulders, honey!

Whenever you need me

Just look- Just over your shoulders!

Whenever you need me

Just look over your shoulders, honey!

Yeah, you need me (Oooh!)

I wrote my first bars in the car with Stacy

How bizarre, my battle scars at large would lace me

Big marbles, nigga

I lead this new generation, boy

Don't argue with us

Marvelous beat selectors, authors and novel spitters

And it's all for the literature

And it's all for the hideous

The nastiest flows, the chlamydia, uh

I ain't afraid to say I need you, ah yeah (Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop)

I promise I'd never leave you, ah yeah

My life is like twelve open mics of hopeless notes

I write for sure, my folks unite

As soon as the flow get nice

The poltergeist that scare emcees

My prototype for every

My share of D's and R.I.P.'s

She know my type of style is like my everything

Apparently, my appetite stay famished

Bite no hand that feed

The culture vulture die and bleed

My focus hold these thoughts and dreams

Control this pen (Look over your shoulder)

Boldest lines in rhymes and things

Devote my time and mind it seems

Supposed to shine, remind I'm king

Provoke the blind and bomb the fiends

The pro's the con's, the diamond rings

The forward time, but I'ma bring

The soul divine and cross between

What's yours and mine's, the gold, the green

The roads that show just what it mean

That grabbed Shakur and by the wing

And fly before my vocal scream!

For hip-hop, look at my Ziploc bag full of goodies

You Chris Rock

Hit the pookie and pit stops

Since tube socks, baby, you a hell of a drug

Just look over your shoulders

When they **** you over

There's love, I know ya

(Ooh!)

Don't you know, baby?

Don't you know, baby?

Just look over your shoulders, honey!

Whenever you need me

Just look- Just over your shoulders!

Whenever you need me

Just look over your shoulders, honey!

Yeah yeah, you need me (Oooh!)

Shhh, look over your shoulder, get me?

'Cause I done bodied the game to the point

Niggas scared to rap with me

Get burned until they anointed me

One of the kings of black history

And yes, I see the game is a little different

Niggas lack simply

And bars and I spit 'em like darts

'Til they puncture your kidney

You trash and it don't matter how much you gon' try to convince me

And you gon' make my gun cock until your hole night away, yeah

Whoa-oh-oh-oh (Oooh!)

I am the Buddha, the Ali Baba, the believerer maker

So pristine, the dice roll from under my sleeve when I shake 'em

So rude, I'm so ice cold but I'm what you need to just wake 'em

While 'em crowns and medals on the wall waitin' for me to just take 'em

When I arrive, my theme music, gotta pound to it

And when I leave, even my shadow got a sound to it

'Cause I'm the god, the harder, the martyr, the father

I spit the saliva, that's leakin' the lava

Completin' the saga while meetin' and greetin'

And beating you niggas completed-ly (Oooh!)

Conquer, extremely bark on a nigga

You see me, you deeply carve up a nigga, believe me

Graffiti your arm up, you heebee, you jeebee

But, Kenny, you brought up (You give me pity)

Now give me the startup

You treat me, you greet me, you meet me with arms up

So sweet when I spit

Heaven's deep, it was deep

I was sleep, now the guard's up, hm

Upholding the fundamentals

While most of you boast the rental

Focus on what's most essential

Spit bars to provoke your mental

Do I have your attendamiento?

While I clap these raps like thunders

Look over your shoulder boy and wonder

(Ooh!)

Don't you know, baby? (Ooh, woah)

Don't you know, baby? (Mm-mhm, yeah so)

Just look over your shoulders, honey!

Whenever you need me (When you need me)

Just look- Just over your shoulders!

Whenever you need me (Whenever you need me)

Just look over your shoulders, honey!

Yeah yeah, you need me (Wooh!)

Don't you know baby?

Don't you know baby?

Just look over your shoulders, honey!

That's right (Yeah yeah, you need me)

He got cataloged, you understand? (Just look- Just over your shoulders!)

This is the mother****ing human iPod out this mother****er, okay?

He can go all day (Go all day, go all day, go all day)