Boom (X3) - Injury Reserve

How many trains will make that, yo

Where you can hear a nigga lurking on the street

My nigga, like boom, boom, boom

I’m working on my third, you see

And you still learning about the birds and the bees

My nigga, you knew, knew, knew

We be up all night, just murdering beats

And had the landlord knocking like a burglary

Like boom, boom, boom

They’ll bump a nigga 'round the world, you see

And tell me which of you motherfuckers haven’t heard of me

Tell me like who, who, who

Started making a name and now they knockin' it

Fuck the city up whenever we droppin' shit

Created a sound, they started jockin' it

Don’t put on for the scene, 'cause we not in it

I’m not tryna make a scene

But is it still a scene if it’s not heard or seen?

Don’t worry about us, nigga, worry about your team

Tryna get this cream 'cause they say cash rules

And you know all of Parker’s beats are cashews

Ain’t nothin' but a thang, put bass in your…

Put bass in your voice if you’re gonna speak my name

Damn near 30, grown ass nigga

We a dynasty, word to Jigga

Rockin' and I’m rollin', drive it like it’s stolen

No sick calls, bro, I always go in

Still bumping Jill, nigga, life is golden

Yo, how many trains will make that, yo

Where you can hear a nigga lurking on the street

My nigga, like boom, boom, boom

I’m working on my third, you see

You still learning about the birds and the bees

My nigga, you knew, knew, knew

We be up all night, just murdering beats

And had the landlord knocking like a burglary

Like boom, boom, boom

They’ll bump a nigga 'round the world, you see

And tell me which of you motherfuckers haven’t heard of me

Tell me like who, who, who

See, me, I ain’t fuckin' with none of that chit-chat

That he-say, she- say shit about this cat

That «Well, I ain’t heard he had», nigga, just get back

That old, white nigga saying, «See, I don’t do the rap

Thing, but I can actually understand you, I dig that

And you ain’t talking 'bout all the guns and you flip crack»

Well, listen up, Baxter, well, see, I get that

But we won’t agree on as much as you think, Jack

And then we got the old heads going

«What's up with the ghost-writing thing, my nigga?

I don’t get that

See, back in my day, you had to write and spit raps»

Isn’t Ice Cube writing 6−4 a known fact?

They even put it in a movie, nigga, explain that

That’s no shade, they ain’t even try go and change that

And here we go back again with all that chit-chat

The he-say, she-say, nigga, just spit raps

Yo, how many trains will make that, yo

Where you can hear a nigga lurking on the street

My nigga, like boom, boom, boom

I’m working on my third, you see

You still learning about the birds and the bees

My nigga, you knew, knew, knew

We be up all night, just murdering beats

And had the landlord knocking like a burglary

Like boom, boom, boom

They’ll bump a nigga 'round the world, you see

And tell me which of you motherfuckers haven’t heard of me

Tell me like who, who, who