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REMEDY lyrics : "That's What's Happening"

(feat. Lounge Lo, Solomon Childs)

[Lounge Lo]

Ay-yo I talk what I talk, who gon' shut me up?
Why you think of blowin' me up, or blowin' the dutch
Keep a double 4 in the clutch

Staten Island, Lounge Lo
Park Hill Projects, and that's what's up!
Keep it commin', spit fire daddy

And ya'll ^!$$%z is lame, before I go just remember the name
I'm in the hood where they shoot guns by the seconds
You in the hood where they shoot guns indirected

L.O.B.B. see TV, call B.I.
Tell him to tell D.I. to come see me
Wit' a bag of knuckle-head

And who am I to give a $#&@ about the next man?
Who care if he $#&@in' dead
Me, right! Is gon' spaz on ya'll, spaz on ya'll

Got to get my cash on ya'll
I got a brick ta work, I said ya'll can't have none
Ya'll can't have none, plus I got a chick ta work

My score is nice, don't ask about me twice
Test 3 times, it'll cost ya life
Gotta stripper that'll give ya no ice

Nah'mean?? And the same (*##$ will clipper ya pipe
$#&@ wit me!
Gotta strong circle that'll hurt you, from little babies grown-ups

Plus them outta town ^!$$%z that'll murk you

[Chorus: Remedy]

That's what's happenin', you done had it
Everybody hood got people that ratted
That's what's happenin', ya'll done had it

Everybody hood got people that ratted

[Solomon Childs]

You cats is pink on the inside, like disper!@&(t forms
We played the cell houses, ya'll played in dorms
Professional, international poster kid

Big crimes came wit' big biz
New York's wildest rookie, since Grandmaster Flash
Big boys here now

Slow down you might crash
We rule all cash, and I ain't listenin' to ya'll ^!$$%z
Spit these lines for my ^!$$%z

Stick up game ridiculous
I bust a vein in the microphone
Fell in love with the smell of the sweat on the poem

Blood on my blade, %#@! on my hands from my knife, humble
But cats don't listen, so why warn em?
Music will have you ?mourning extortem?

New York's divine leaders
I tell a story for em', perform bops
Bring forth wild brothers together in the forum

Spittin' with confidence
I thought I'd double up on em', I thought I'd double up on em'


[Chorus]

[Remedy]

There ain't many street kids left
I could say their names in about one breath
I could count your mans on about one hand

Take it from the words of a true man's man
The streets forever talkin', dead men walkin'
Window hawkin', yo the fiends come stalkin'

Ya'll cats had it
It was either him, her, or you
Or somebody you knew that done ratted

The Shaolin, everyone knows everything
It's scary, cut they tongue, %#@!s hairy
The so called mans you got, wanna Lancelot you

And got you in a trance that locked you
Government informants, rat $#&@in' bicthes
Tell'tale snitches, 6 foot ditches

Wanna talk about with who and where and what'cha do
And if they told on him, then they'll tell on you

[Chorus x2]

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