Half on a Beat Lyrics

Butta mastered the beat, going half on the beat

Forty high five down, when I clap on the beat

Going ham on the beat, like we having a beef

Have the beat's fam, leaving candles the street

Going half on the beat, butta mastered the beat

Forty high five down, when I clap on the beat

Going ham on the beat, like we having a beef

Have the beat's fam, looking all sad mad at me

When I was Half crazy, half of my ladies

Wanted to use my lower half, to go half on a baby

Half of them Ludicrous, half of them shady

All of them thinking, I got cash like I'm Jay-z

Not a lot of jewels, but the flash still crazy

Very low key, thee effect still crazy

Only one show but the set still crazy

Only one song but the check still crazy

Check I got bars, check I got swag

Pop Shyt and these Nike's will leave checks on your azz

Check out the sauce, I'm dipped in finesse

Keep checks in the stash, You checking my tags

Checking my fresh, but knowing you can't

My flow is like Em, & you know you a Stan

I know what I know, and I know who I am

If you don't know lil nikka, then you can't understand that I'm the man.

Going half on the beat, butta mastered the beat

Forty high five down, when I clap on the beat

Going ham on the beat, like we having a beef

Have the beat's fam, looking all sad mad at me

Butta mastered the beat, going half on the beat

Forty high five down, when I clap on the beat

Going ham on the beat, like we having a beef

Have the beat's fam, leaving candles the street

It seem like every body, got master plan

They don't need a label, just a massive clan

A crew to hold them down, with some massive hands

They appeal to the masses, for massive fans

Blow up in a flash, but a flash in a pan

Sell a million tracks, but it never happens again

Better make sure, when the Shyt happens

You don't happen, to be a mawfawkin azz to your friends

(If) You don't think a mawfawka, last to the end

Smiling in your face, means they have to pretend

Better curb they azz, with a passion

Matter fact better prey, you don't never have to pass them again

If you ever do, have to pass their big feet

Make sure, you as nasty to them as this beat

Make sure you as nasty, as R. Kelly with a camera

And a big azz bag, of his pee

Butta mastered the beat, going half on the beat

Forty high five down, when I clap on the beat

Going ham on the beat, like we having a beef

Have the beat's fam, leaving candles the street

Going half on the beat, butta mastered the beat

Forty high five down, when I clap on the beat

Going ham on the beat, like we having a beef

Have the beat's fam, looking all sad mad at me: