Insane In The Membrane

Verse 1: Look, This song starts with a kid Lets name him Alejandro Sanchez Listen to Weezy, yeah you know who that is But also coming from the streets Handlin my biz Good kid drinking soda, yeah you know that type that fiz Bully startin problems but get off my griz Cuz when I make it big ima make u my bitch 10 year old youngster and already getting doubted But you should look at him now He's already getting scouted But back to the story , young kid that loves hip-hop Dreamin bout the stages and his shit being droped He members listenin to Wayne sayin "thats gonna be me!" But he didn't have to dream he made it his reality Wanting to have a dream but everybody mad at him Cuz they hate the fact of him making it But thats not up to them Proving them wrong by writing rhymes till' 4 A.M Hes gonna have all the haters hanging from a cherry stem He gon hav money to blow like them Young Money men And memories to blow so he won't cherish them He knows being a rapper gon giv him more street cred But every single night before going to sleep he said Chorus:(2x) Ima be the one gettin all of this shit Y'all gon be the ones gettin none of this shit If I could rhyme 4 bars with one word I would do that shit So ima do this shit Ima do this shit Verse 2: So by now you probably know that this song bout me Rappin bout this and that, the power dont come free Writing 1 verse a day I didn't write 3 But then came this rapper by the name of Young-E 13 year old 8th graders sharing the same dream Haters wanna hate but we just said "nigga please!" Then we met this girl by the name of Lady Flow Wanna rap battle me She had alot to show Then came the one and only homie Fuckin Charles Woods Dope homie, big flows Coming straight from the hood Thats the birth of Latin Hustle The shit you be witnessing By the time our shit out All yall gon be listenin Dont say we ain't shit cuz we know we gonna make it Like I said "Ill take the world and shake it!" But ill also take the rap world and remake it Then show it to the haters got them saying "Damn, they could take our words and just break it" But haters also be the ones on that fake shit And Latin Hustle be on that real shit Dont listen to the doubters cuz they dont know what we about And when we make it big, they gonna be the ones to shout They gon come to us like "Wassup, member me, I use to be your homie!" And ima be like "Sorry, I dont know you, so you dont know me!" So if you ever doubted me dont even bother talking to me Where are all my people at, let me hear you scream! Chorus: (2x) Ima be the one gettin all of this shit Y'all gon be the ones gettin none of this shit If I could rhyme 4 bars with one word I would do that shit So ima do this shit Ima do this shit Verse 3: Its time to go in and show off my talents Cause I was told I would never make it, I was doubted Now I can't get off my fly game, like im mounted On a thirty foot tall horse, plus this shit was founded By me and the nigga E, we be leaving hoes pounded Big dick criminals, big tit women, yo, am I outted? Nah, not yet, I just started, you hoes be dumbfounded I was told I would never amount to anything Even if I do rap, I would like to tell you many sing Shoutout to Flow, Terry, and Genny, gee Yeah, you know Yutziri still got that ring Woods coming in last but not least, like a B And Latin Hustle coming in while were cumming on This game, and we make sure our game stays strong Fucking up the program, I dont hit the bong Making sure this will come out as a fucking dope song So we got the whole crew on it with one voice Lil Ace on it, along with Tracy and the boys Making sick shit, and bringing up the noise And life comes with many different joys So as Wayne said: "Ima pick the world up and Ima drop it on your fucking head" So ima Drop The World, just like he said He inspired me and Drake did too Just like Little E got inspired too And I'd rather have three girls than two But one is all I need, Yutziri, thats the baby boo And I'm just here with the Latin Hustle crew Dropping sick shit, my flows are doo doo Who's amounting to nothing now?! I just got asked for a spot to get signed And all I have to do is make some fucking rhymes I ain't fucking around, killing beats is a crime So I should go to jail, but my fucking life is mine So I get to choose what happens and what doesn't I'm cleaning up this game, right now I'm just dustin' So watch out before my gat starts the bustin' I disrespect everybody, momma says "stop cussin" And this is just me, the little A-C-E Insane in the membrane, Cypress Hill crazy But maybe, these haters need to stop waisting My time cause I need to fucking rhyme So I could live my own fucking life And so I can hurry up and get my wife And she could live with me And we gonna have fun But till then, I'm just tryna be the son That my dad loves and also the successful one Almost done with this verse, but I ain't done With my career, and I'm always packing a gun Cause anything can happen The worlds a crazy place, guns start poppin' At any moment, paramedics be blood moppin' And hood mothers always fucking sobbin' Cause their son just got shot for droppin' A hand signal, mistaken for a gang sign And her daughters saying "This dick's mine!" Plus she getting ridden 24/7 Homies getting shot by the Seven-Eleven And shit, you know I Love Hip-Hop That's just the truth, I love it nonstop So ima get out the ghetto before the gun pop And I get shot, dropped, and here comes the cops So I do what I do and still I survive Im just tryna revise my life and just stay alive So if I fucking die, no question that I will question why So now I gotta go, goodbye and don't cry!