My Beliefs Lyrics
| Song | My Beliefs |
| Artist | Da Brat |
| Album | Anuthatantrum |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Da Brat, Dupri, Prince | |
| That I shouldn't smoke weed and shit, huh | |
| That I should cuss and shit, huh | |
| That I shouldn't do the shit I wanna do | |
| You know what I'm sayin'? | |
| But I don't give a fuck about what these niggas think | |
| That's they beliefs, here go mine | |
| I gets embedded in your cerebellum, deeper than the ocean | |
| Focusin' on fuckin' a nigga up, who got jokes? | |
| Provoke me, my vision of lust is money, trust is funny | |
| Too many sheisty motherfuckers comin' for me | |
| One in the chamber, ready for repetition if possible | |
| Hate to mention this, poppin' that nigga, bitch | |
| It be the intellectual, get sexual in a second heffer | |
| You could never be no competition to me | |
| You bit the poison apple, tryin' adapt to this shit | |
| Show you how it happened | |
| While we laughin', diggin' your ditch | |
| And you can get your boys | |
| I got Disciples and ViceLords | |
| Planted through every city ready, declare war | |
| If you feel I stepped on your toes | |
| It was intentionally | |
| Cause it was meant to be the shit since I found JD | |
| My lyrical thesis broke in pieces | |
| For you pussies who can't feed off it | |
| Everything'll be fine, just hit the weed often | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| I believe good things come to those that grind | |
| Never take a step back, leave the past behind | |
| Keep your mind on some money and don't ever stop tryin' | |
| And everything'll be fine, everything'll be fine | |
| It's time to let your lighter spark | |
| Crank up the weed session | |
| With one of the best in the Midwestern section | |
| Flexin' with no shame | |
| Cause a mi solo female MC's be back in the game | |
| Sun up to sun down I puff leaves | |
| Filled with imported trees from the West Indies | |
| Chi-town's finest in more ways than one | |
| Me follow in the path of another, days is done | |
| See I got mic checkin' down to a science | |
| Meanin' I perfected the ways | |
| To shit on you and your alliance | |
| I write the type of shit that'll hypnotize ya | |
| Fuck around and kill your whole click like Kaiser | |
| In the streets of Prazza, the Westside of niggas | |
| Ain't expects, smellin' like cannibus | |
| Can't nothin' handle this | |
| They wanna dismantle this but it will never go down | |
| Shit, cause my beliefs is I'm the baddest around, bitch | |
| Chorus | |
| Now it's the shit, you wanna contest me | |
| Never will you be the opponent left | |
| Leave'em swept off they feet | |
| So So Def got that chief shit, keep it brief | |
| Under the covers ain't another bitch bad as me | |
| So I must keep comin' | |
| Keep on runnin' but you can't escape me | |
| I'm in your brain | |
| Remember the bitch you love to hate | |
| She on the paper chase | |
| In any case, but not any rate | |
| Keep the currency's increase, shit ain't cheap | |
| And my belief is to get the money, nigga | |
| So what's the beef to this? | |
| Enough cheese for Brat, never endin' G's | |
| Hundred thousand dollar bills by the stack | |
| The weak supportin' my habits | |
| Enough karats for the whole salad | |
| Smokin' cabbage every five minutes | |
| Beginnin' my days rollin' swishes | |
| I never listen to penny pinchin' | |
| Pussy eatin' punks advice | |
| To catch'em slippin' is my theory | |
| Be weary what I bust, make niggas weak | |
| And pack a bleeder, top notch in my speeches | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Da Brat, Dupri, Prince | |
| That I shouldn' t smoke weed and shit, huh | |
| That I should cuss and shit, huh | |
| That I shouldn' t do the shit I wanna do | |
| You know what I' m sayin'? | |
| But I don' t give a fuck about what these niggas think | |
| That' s they beliefs, here go mine | |
| I gets embedded in your cerebellum, deeper than the ocean | |
| Focusin' on fuckin' a nigga up, who got jokes? | |
| Provoke me, my vision of lust is money, trust is funny | |
| Too many sheisty motherfuckers comin' for me | |
| One in the chamber, ready for repetition if possible | |
| Hate to mention this, poppin' that nigga, bitch | |
| It be the intellectual, get sexual in a second heffer | |
| You could never be no competition to me | |
| You bit the poison apple, tryin' adapt to this shit | |
| Show you how it happened | |
| While we laughin', diggin' your ditch | |
| And you can get your boys | |
| I got Disciples and ViceLords | |
| Planted through every city ready, declare war | |
| If you feel I stepped on your toes | |
| It was intentionally | |
| Cause it was meant to be the shit since I found JD | |
| My lyrical thesis broke in pieces | |
| For you pussies who can' t feed off it | |
| Everything' ll be fine, just hit the weed often | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| I believe good things come to those that grind | |
| Never take a step back, leave the past behind | |
| Keep your mind on some money and don' t ever stop tryin' | |
| And everything' ll be fine, everything' ll be fine | |
| It' s time to let your lighter spark | |
| Crank up the weed session | |
| With one of the best in the Midwestern section | |
| Flexin' with no shame | |
| Cause a mi solo female MC' s be back in the game | |
| Sun up to sun down I puff leaves | |
| Filled with imported trees from the West Indies | |
| Chitown' s finest in more ways than one | |
| Me follow in the path of another, days is done | |
| See I got mic checkin' down to a science | |
| Meanin' I perfected the ways | |
| To shit on you and your alliance | |
| I write the type of shit that' ll hypnotize ya | |
| Fuck around and kill your whole click like Kaiser | |
| In the streets of Prazza, the Westside of niggas | |
| Ain' t expects, smellin' like cannibus | |
| Can' t nothin' handle this | |
| They wanna dismantle this but it will never go down | |
| Shit, cause my beliefs is I' m the baddest around, bitch | |
| Chorus | |
| Now it' s the shit, you wanna contest me | |
| Never will you be the opponent left | |
| Leave' em swept off they feet | |
| So So Def got that chief shit, keep it brief | |
| Under the covers ain' t another bitch bad as me | |
| So I must keep comin' | |
| Keep on runnin' but you can' t escape me | |
| I' m in your brain | |
| Remember the bitch you love to hate | |
| She on the paper chase | |
| In any case, but not any rate | |
| Keep the currency' s increase, shit ain' t cheap | |
| And my belief is to get the money, nigga | |
| So what' s the beef to this? | |
| Enough cheese for Brat, never endin' G' s | |
| Hundred thousand dollar bills by the stack | |
| The weak supportin' my habits | |
| Enough karats for the whole salad | |
| Smokin' cabbage every five minutes | |
| Beginnin' my days rollin' swishes | |
| I never listen to penny pinchin' | |
| Pussy eatin' punks advice | |
| To catch' em slippin' is my theory | |
| Be weary what I bust, make niggas weak | |
| And pack a bleeder, top notch in my speeches | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Da Brat, Dupri, Prince | |
| That I shouldn' t smoke weed and shit, huh | |
| That I should cuss and shit, huh | |
| That I shouldn' t do the shit I wanna do | |
| You know what I' m sayin'? | |
| But I don' t give a fuck about what these niggas think | |
| That' s they beliefs, here go mine | |
| I gets embedded in your cerebellum, deeper than the ocean | |
| Focusin' on fuckin' a nigga up, who got jokes? | |
| Provoke me, my vision of lust is money, trust is funny | |
| Too many sheisty motherfuckers comin' for me | |
| One in the chamber, ready for repetition if possible | |
| Hate to mention this, poppin' that nigga, bitch | |
| It be the intellectual, get sexual in a second heffer | |
| You could never be no competition to me | |
| You bit the poison apple, tryin' adapt to this shit | |
| Show you how it happened | |
| While we laughin', diggin' your ditch | |
| And you can get your boys | |
| I got Disciples and ViceLords | |
| Planted through every city ready, declare war | |
| If you feel I stepped on your toes | |
| It was intentionally | |
| Cause it was meant to be the shit since I found JD | |
| My lyrical thesis broke in pieces | |
| For you pussies who can' t feed off it | |
| Everything' ll be fine, just hit the weed often | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| I believe good things come to those that grind | |
| Never take a step back, leave the past behind | |
| Keep your mind on some money and don' t ever stop tryin' | |
| And everything' ll be fine, everything' ll be fine | |
| It' s time to let your lighter spark | |
| Crank up the weed session | |
| With one of the best in the Midwestern section | |
| Flexin' with no shame | |
| Cause a mi solo female MC' s be back in the game | |
| Sun up to sun down I puff leaves | |
| Filled with imported trees from the West Indies | |
| Chitown' s finest in more ways than one | |
| Me follow in the path of another, days is done | |
| See I got mic checkin' down to a science | |
| Meanin' I perfected the ways | |
| To shit on you and your alliance | |
| I write the type of shit that' ll hypnotize ya | |
| Fuck around and kill your whole click like Kaiser | |
| In the streets of Prazza, the Westside of niggas | |
| Ain' t expects, smellin' like cannibus | |
| Can' t nothin' handle this | |
| They wanna dismantle this but it will never go down | |
| Shit, cause my beliefs is I' m the baddest around, bitch | |
| Chorus | |
| Now it' s the shit, you wanna contest me | |
| Never will you be the opponent left | |
| Leave' em swept off they feet | |
| So So Def got that chief shit, keep it brief | |
| Under the covers ain' t another bitch bad as me | |
| So I must keep comin' | |
| Keep on runnin' but you can' t escape me | |
| I' m in your brain | |
| Remember the bitch you love to hate | |
| She on the paper chase | |
| In any case, but not any rate | |
| Keep the currency' s increase, shit ain' t cheap | |
| And my belief is to get the money, nigga | |
| So what' s the beef to this? | |
| Enough cheese for Brat, never endin' G' s | |
| Hundred thousand dollar bills by the stack | |
| The weak supportin' my habits | |
| Enough karats for the whole salad | |
| Smokin' cabbage every five minutes | |
| Beginnin' my days rollin' swishes | |
| I never listen to penny pinchin' | |
| Pussy eatin' punks advice | |
| To catch' em slippin' is my theory | |
| Be weary what I bust, make niggas weak | |
| And pack a bleeder, top notch in my speeches | |
| Chorus |
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