🎵 Nothin’ But A Fan // by Romeo & Master Rhyme

1 ContributorNothin’ But A Fan Lyrics [Verse 1] Suckers can't stand us 'cause we're [?] the party [?] everybody Been waiting, meditating [?] start smoking While you suckers still joking And hoping to get a chance to diss this crew But when I you say you want some how come you don't move? [?] rhymes that I wrote [?] [?] i know you want my strap You know exactly how my show's on And deep inside you know why you don't speak It ain't our fault we made the freaks wanna freak Y'all said 'step up, get up' we got up and you stepped back Just like some suckers when they're putting on tracks [?] 'cause you know you can't win The only one I want is that punk-ass Ren High-signing for another man just like a faggot You put your butt up in my face and now I'm gonna tag it [?] down with popping all that wack sound This is our battle but you're still playing the background But one day you'll have to do it my way One on one, without that motherfucker Dre And if you're huffin' and puffin', still bluffing with nothing A major rushing and crushing Just hushing and busting your mouth Take all your clout 'cause you're all about nothing Just fussin' and cussin' "Eazy-E, motherfuckers" "Shut the fuck up!" "What you got to do wit' it, little nigga?" "Yo Dre!" "Get the fuck outta here" "Yo Yella" "Step up if you wanna get hurt" [Verse 2] When we met at Manual Arts You think that you played it smart [?] But you show me you're hard I ask you for a warfare You're scared Put a man on every man but you never dare Take a loss like that, yo, your crew couldn't afford it Plain and simple but some have gotten started On that he-say, she-say, you know it didn't happen that way Wanna kick it with me, yo Yella, kick it with my DJ Push come to shove but you wouldn't do work You have to run into the studio and do all your dirt And now your tape is doing great, should I call you a star? Or sit back and laugh and watch you fronting like you're hardcore "Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it" "Motherfucker, put your hands down" "And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (pow)" "Shoot me, motherfucker!" [Verse 3] Hey Dre, you wanna battle, it's on, you know I'm still here Give me a chance to diss a punk before the [?] It was a joke, everytime that you smoke When you finish showing off, it's on, let's go for broke And if not, you better stop 'Cause I'm gonna bust a lyric, make you hear it and fear it 'Cause I wanna, see if you got the tongue, see if you got the lungs Battle eye to eye, and fool, you get hung Now, do you wanna scratch, or do you wanna MC Or kick it in the back with them same wack beats [?] beeper, showing no shame Ain't no matter how you play them, they all sound the same Now how can a brother man talk on another hand When he sound impenitent and can't understand That I'll smile, while I bust different styles Make the crowd go wild then I [?] smile So you better step back because you're mixing on tracks Hey Romeo, won't show why you've got my back? "I am" "What?" "Stompin' out suckers like cigarette butts" "I am" "What?" "Stompin' out suckers like cigarette butts" [Verse 4] You got the [?] so I guess I'll give you credit But when it's time to throw you know you won't get it Your style is weak compared to water from a water fountain I didn't want to diss you 'cause you said that you're from "Compton" But you went broke and had to diss the Crackerjack [?], get jap-slapped You sat back [?] and tried To diss this crew but your brain got damaged by A fantasy, can't you see [?] You couldn't see the light with all those dollars in your eyes It's suicide for money, fool, don't you really fear it? Before you try to diss you better write your own lyrics Before you get chopped and bopped and dropped as I rock hip-hop Huh, I never stop, yeah You're on the radio, and all that stuff is true But showing off, that's all that you do 'Cause when you ran then slam your jam I begin to understand that you ain't nothing but a fan