What More Can I Say (Album Version)  What More Can I Say (Album
Ve...   Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained? Is
this not why you're here?  Uh, uh, huh Turn the music up Turn me
down Guru, let's go get 'em again This time it's for the money
my nigga Brooklyn stand up  There's never been a nigga this good
for this long This hood Or this pop is hot Or this strong With
so many different flows This ones for this song The next one
I'll switch up This one will get bit up These fucks To lazy to
make up shit They crazy They don't paint pictures They just
trace me You know what Soon they forget who they plucked They
whole style from And try to reverse the outcome I'm like, cluck
I'm not a biter I'm a writer For myself and others I say a big
verse I'm only biggin' up my brother Biggin' up my borough I'm
big enough to do it I'm that thorough Plus I know my own flow is
foolish So the rings and things you sing about Bring em out It's
hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth I'm in, new
sneakers Deuce seat