Sho` Ya Right lyrics

Artist  : Backbone 
Song : Sho` Ya Right



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 f/ Killer Mike



{* "Sho ya right" repeated in
background of verses *



[BackBone]

Hey, hey, stay sharp as fuck

Tell 'em, get that right and straighten that
up

Fat Face, the man of hundred grand

Work the mic with precise precision,
knah'msayin?

At 36 on the bean, cut clean

I'll bring you the whole thing for 18

They look to Back for the word on the street

You see him smilin, count eight gold teeth

You see it, he keep the brim broke slightly

Killin 'em with the one that roll lightly

Floppin in the M-6 deuce

The A-T go and then he do too

Baby I tell tell like it T-I-S

I'll stand right here and sho' stop ya career

Call him, H2O, ice-cold water

Just like dat dere, in that particular order

Uhhhhh.. school these young G's on the
Concrete

Fall off and be back on in one week

He keep his clothes crease crisp out the
cleaners

Did court subpenas on some simple
misdemeanors

They ain't got nuttin on me!

Cuz he true my light right not to be

Wham..uhh..wham.. see 'em hittin me

Y'all hold it down I'll be back thru here in a
minute



[Hook: Killer Mike] 2X

We serve it raw or ready to chop (Sho ya
right)

You get every damn gram straight dropped (Sho ya
right)

Cook chickens, no sizzle no pop (Sho ya
right)

Or better when you ready to shop (Sho ya
right)



[BackBone]

We old-school, walk the dog out the yard

We play the curse, serve it hard on the 'vard

You know the number fo' ya e'en went to see
shorty

The automatic beast keep him off me

Shit, holla at me, y'all know ya know me

Ya drunk with them 1600 DSOP's

(Be dat!) We bake bread by the loaf

Smoke ya 'dro down to a roach

Let 'em know this here fisher from the do'

Ya already know, exactly how it goes

SWAT's.. in trees.. DF one G, da pure emcee

What's happenin? What's happenin? What's
happenin?

Organ No-I-Z, keep ya motherfuckin trunk
valid

Tell 'em, it's goin down this evening

Keep it jumpin like Sunday, go to meeting

Uh-uh, it don't stop, it don't quit

It get down to the nitty-grit...

...that brand new out the box

I ain't in them, swear to make 'em call the
cops

I walk a path, play the cut

Lil' girl shake her butt

Ay, ay, ay, now party people if ya wit me
say...



[Hook: Killer Mike] 2X



{*repeat "Sho ya right" until fade*