Don't Get Gassed (Def Squad)

Def squad Uh huh Check it [verse 1] No more long roads, my time's up The rap game is bumper to bumper, I take a shortcut I do a 120 down the deegan Fly past the cops, they like he's speeding I'm in a two triple zero mb Flaunt it, til the gas tank's empty Yo, me and redman take a detour Uptown, park in front of branson's store I see a couple of chickens upon the scene I roll down the window and I flash the greens I got my hand upon the steering wheel, with the gangsta lean Watch and rings, doin my thing, bling, bling I'm out there sittin on lorenzo's Attractin, two, four, five, or six hoes Uh, girls scream my name And the hype crazy, it wasn't me it was the fame E dub the rap sugar cane [your homeboy drove up] I give a fuck who came I'm off the hook like 27th street between 11th and 12th All by myself Chorus: Ayo, you think you holdin it down Don't get gassed On the real you and your mans are clowns Don't get gassed Ay, you think you flyer than me Don't get gassed I'm a legend, know somethin, I whoop your ass Ay, you think you hold the crown Don't get gassed On the real you and your mans are clowns Don't get gassed Ay you think you flyer than me Don't get gassed I'm legend, know somethin, I whoop your ass [verse 2] Check it, who wanna go at it, buck for buck I come through like nigga what, in a brinks truck Blow it up like the spanish cat, in dead presidents Get the money, hand out gifts, in your residence >from snoop dogg, "bitch please" King of new york, "christopher walken" on mcs I'm hard to please, excite me Jump off the brooklyn bridge Heads first, face, thug, and live Now that my get you a "yo duke is ill" But that still ain't got shit to do with the skills Uh, why you wanna go against me with no brains When I'm a big dude, and you a buck and change Me, I got no time for playin games If it can't ride upon the track then switch lanes New game, watch how I rearrange the structure Here's a hundred grand, keep the change you fucker I'm like the magazine, my flow is upscale My shit flourish, and yours don't sale On the other hand, you're mad to def at soundscan And left wit a couple of fans Chorus: So what you and your man went gold Don't get gassed I got a couple of million sold Don't get gassed I bet ya next year you fold Don't get gassed I'm a legend, know somethin, I whoop your ass So what you and your man went gold I got a couple of million sold Don't get gassed I bet ya next year you fold Don't get gassed I'm a legend, know somethin, I whoop your ass Yeah "don't believe the hype"