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]