Time 2 Shine Lyrics - Singles - Rasaq

[Hook: Chamillionaire] 

Easy to see, when you look at me 

That I'm a CCC nigga, yeah I rap now 

Moving mix tapes, from city to city 

But we heard, that them people trying to move it and crack down 

Only see fee's, so you could see me 

Getting my cheddar together, you know I gotta stack now 

Everybody has their time to shine, and now it's mine 

So step aside and stand in line 

(*talking*) 

Hold up man, Color Changin' Click in here mayn 

Chamillionaire and Rasaq's, Ghetto Status 

You know I'm saying, we gotta get this underground money 

Gotta grind, Rasaq the new blood in the Color Changin' Click 

And we gon hold it down man, know I'm tal'n bout 

[Hook: *chopped*] 

[Rasaq] 

Wanted in six states, for murdering mix tapes 

And ice on my arm, make a nigga feel like his wrist raped 

Pass me a melody, my rap is a felony 

(they not gon like you) I know nigga, that's just jealousy 

If you got hate in your blood, there's no actual remedy 

But let me ask you a question, who's making cash them or me 

While niggaz running they mouth, sitting up in they house 

I'm running my routes thugging it out, putting rocks up in my mouth 

Shattered teeth, look like it's covered in glass 

My demeanor say I'm ghetto, my mind say I'm upper-class 

I'm in the hood, where the guns that go blast 

That bust in your ass, some niggaz don't trust God all they trust is cash 

I'm where fiends with work, they don't harass you 

They just look in your soul, they don't even got to ask you 

The cops don't pass you, nah they turn around 

And search your car, and see if a burner's found 

But my life bout to turn around, them hoochies turn around 

When they see them wheels, turn around 

Some niggaz don't know what it takes, to make this money 

You wanna take this money, come take it from me 

Take this money, leave your shirt draped and bloody 

In this jungle you gotta be a ape, don't make me ugly 

[Hook] 

[Rasaq] 

Nigga I grind from summer to summer, trying to go from Hooptie to Hummer 

I'm a ghetto status nigga, I'm a stunner 

I holla at your woman, like nigga you don't want her 

Undoing her buttons, acting like I'ma give her loot but I'm fronting 

I usually dump em, I lose 'em and bump em 

To the curb then swerve, nigga to do this is nothing 

My game air tight, like Glad-lock zipper bags 

I gladly lock the game up, and nigga kiss your ass 

Goodbye, my raps is throwed my hooks is fly 

I'm stacking do', but no nigga good try 

I took my do', and bet it all on me 

True a baller forward nigga, it's all on me 

Sometimes I feel the ghetto, just call on me 

To bring me to y'all, and y'all to me 

My jeans is sagging, and a wife beater down 

Your wife around here, nigga I might beat her down 

While she creep around, and sleep around 

Her husband just heard it word of mouth, he bout to leave her now 

Shh nigga keep it down, the laws trying to creep around 

And take a nigga to jail, if the heat is found 

So bring the speaking down