Time's Up (feat. Nate Dogg)

Ruff Ryders

A-ha, uh, yeah, yo

I'm the fella with the perpetual oyster bars

Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God

And it's hard just being the boss

Being I can't go to jail 'cause them years'll cost me

Don't get me wrong, I'll lay somethin' down if he force me

I'd rather just sit back and roll a ****

Think about how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch

Think about how I'ma get the **** over customs

Never underestimate killers or over-trust them, uh

Yeah, them Ms is right in my face

I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace

If it don't jam, the **** will spray

When I spit, everybody gotta split like pepper spray

'Cause I'm a brother that hate to settle

And I'm a man of the Lord, but I still can't shake the devil

Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what?

The time to talk is up, so bring the heat, playtime is over

While you're runnin' your mouth, I'm creepin' up over your shoulder

A ****, ****, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on

Call my bluff, start acting up and I'll leave you underground

I know how to get my peers off me

Make 'em cry and die from high blood pressure 'cause tears are salty

It's a symptom if you boppin' your head, you know that he's sick

You know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip

When I get it, you already know I'm throwing them bricks

Putting purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwing them nicks

That's right, homie, you can't move me

I ain't going nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies

All you shooting is the breeze, a bootleg ****

I'm just waiting on a Q like Suzie, don't lose me

These penitentiary chances that I take

Should be able to get the mansion by the lake

But I invest my bread into something else

Into something else that'll make something melt

You just got to feel the kid

If not rap, for the fact of how real he is, what up?

The time to talk is up, so bring the heat, playtime is over

While you're runnin' your mouth, I'm creepin' up over your shoulder

A ****, ****, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on

Call my bluff, start acting up and I'll leave you underground

The hood know the champ is in here

He took it from **** to rap, now he put out two anthems a year

And I just want to rock for a century

And then chase the book with the documentary

If you can't do nothing other than flow

Life's a **** like the mother from Blow, let's go

Don't make me put your heart in your lap

Forget riding the beat, daddy, I parallel park on the track

Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new

In the six, but it's a BM and it's Pepsi blue

And, I don't know you

But I know a man becomes a man from all the shh that he go through

Y'all ain't nothin' to Jason

After I cash in, there's really no justification

Of how I'm gon' change the game, so don't get out of line

'Cause this little **** will change your frame, what up?

The time to talk is up, so bring the heat, playtime is over

While you're runnin' your mouth, I'm creepin' up over your shoulder

A ****, ****, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on

Call my bluff, start acting up and I'll leave you underground