Hype Boys

Hype boys, hype boys
 Everyone's a killer
 Drug dealer with the nine mill'er
 That's not sensible
 And I can sense the bull
 That's why these rapers couldn't see me comin'
 If they were vaginas with spectacles
 And I've got the [bad word] to testify the truth
 Half these rapers are only gansters in the booth
 And they ain't never been to no pen
 They just hold one
 Me I be no gangster, I'm just tellin' you the truth
 But I run up in the game like bang bang bang bang
 That's why, that's why everyone keeps sayin'
 Have you heard Sway he's Nine Nine Nine Nine
 That guy, that guy's heavy in the game
 And ask where buy this Fe Fi Fo
 But them guys coulda never feel my flow
 Sway all the way from the U to the K
 Order Bacardi up in the Te To Oh
 Getting over the cds I've sold in it
 I just want 'em to know that's the goal in it
 That's the goal ain't it
 Half the haters they ain't doing nothing with a mike but holdin' it
 They slow, with it
 So they could new bring it to the game in the new school
 I play too brutual
 That's why I control like a court side teacher's bugle
 People down in england ain't all wild
 But some places in Britain ain't the place to raise your child
 Cause even the royal family ain't all smiles
 Cause everybody knows, Harry don't look like Charles
 See me I've never been to court and I've never been on trial, boys
 Never been fought even though I've been around, boy
 What's that thing in your hand? Put it down boy
 Cause you're not a killa, you're a sound boy

 [Chorus]

 Hype boys, hype boys
 Everyone's a bad man now
 On the mike boys, mike boys
 And everyone's a mad man now
 And the semi goes
 Bratatatatatatatata (yeah right)
 And the semi goes
 Ratata (nah), bang bang

 Hype boys, hype boys
 Everyone's a mad man now
 On the mike boys, mike boys
 And everyone's a bad man now
 And the semi goes
 Bratatatatatatatata (yeah right)
 And the semi goes
 Ratata (nah), bang bang

 Pound is stronger than the doller (holla)
 Sway, I run up in this game
 Like a rub'er without a rubber
 And now I been around and a pro
 Won a couple of awards now, round of applause
 And now I'm making peas and I'm pleasing my people
 Not even a Jamiroquai hat could fit my ego
 'nough of these rappers ain't real, they just rapping hype
 Why you shouting all the time, don't you have a mike?
 Run up in the club like, be-ow, be-ow
 Bust two lyrics then, we out, we out
 Them boys talk to re-al, real
 But they post like, meow meow
 And they don't really want no war time,
 This rap game is all mine
 It will never be your time
 Never bra, 'cause you're small time
 And I got more time, so settle down boy
 Before I make you look like something like a clown boy
 What's that thing in your hand? Put it down boy
 'Cause you're not a killa, you're sound boy

 [Chorus]

 Are you a liar?
 If your reply is no you're lying now
 Because we living a lie
 and then we die
 and then we're lying down
 Look at my Adam's Apple
 It's not that my neck hurts, no no
 Its just the truth is hard to swallow
 And you can see that I'm an expert
 So let, let me elaborate
 As I navigate
 Like a husky
 But trust me
 The truth is, I wouldn't even trust me
 Many rely on religion, that doesn't make sense
 Cause that's considered a sin
 It is really no winning
 'cause every one habors a liar within them
 It's just that we're different
 Being a bad liar is like having a bad lawyer
 As soon as they get caught they get the sentence uffed up
 good liar's benevolent
 With a memory like an elephant
 Intelegent
 And knows e