You Can't Hang

Yo man, get on it -- lose for a whip, take a dip, my rhyme to spit, take a hit.

 

Whatever man, that's the tip.

 

Stay close, to the bros, no silly hoes, nobody knows.

 

Told ya' before, no need to bore. Knock on the door, come in and explore.

 

You ain't on my level, you silly devil, still eatin' fruity pebbles. You ain't a rebel.

 

If you were smart, you head would stay level. Playing around, thinkin' you special.

 

You lost at life, that's the problem, no motivation, no direction, when you grow up

 

maybe that will solve them, until then, just keep it coming.

 

Work on yourself, that's the ticket, no other way, to join my crew.

 

You gotta come hard, or not at all, even tho' I saw, pride comes before a fall

 

Let it be known, you can try and fail, like a coffin to nails, what the hell!

 

Keepin it honest, that's what I'm doing, until then you can't hang...