The Jackson 5 - Don't Have To Say Good lyrics

(feat. J Tiggy T, Willie D)

[Sho]

This is for the humps who said I wouldn't make it

Gimme my card or I'ma take it

I done paid my dues and hung tough

So called homies hard times and called they bluff

Said they was down they turned out to be quitters

Now they on a label with a yard in em

Lookin for that exit door

And I'm the type to tell a fool I told ya so

In such a big rush to sign a contract

Still ain't heard them wack ass lyrics on one track

Livin like a slob

Signed to a label and still holdin a day job

Gotcha lookin like a fool

But what did you expect from a label as broke as you?

You better get you a lawyer bro

I know ya sore, get some cold cream for that booty hole

And get to the back a the line

Of acts tryin to get signed, cause I'ma get mine

[CHORUS: Willie D]

Who ya fight for? WIZE UP!

Who ya cut for? WIZE UP!

Who put the money in ya pocket? WIZE UP!

Rollin in nothin but bucks

Who ya fight for? WIZE UP!

Who ya cut for? WIZE UP!

Who put the money in ya pocket? WIZE UP!

Gettin mine is a must

[Sho]

Everybody wanna know where Sho is

Sho's down with Wize Up, so Sho's gonna get his

They called me a fool for rollin with this rap thang

Cause I made a change and got up out that dope game

Everybody think I'm brand new

Cause a brother don't do the same things that I used to do

Like I ain't down with the hood

But bein broke in the hood ain't doin nobody no good

Plus the hood is fulla crumbsnatchers

Everybody lookin bad so everybody lookin at you

And I ain't carryin' no grown men on my shoulders

You either get on my team or get rolled over

I gotta do for me, I gotta do for me

Cause when you broke where the hell yo friends be?

Ya can't find em with a flashlight

Get some change in ya pockets ya can't keep em outcha eyesight

In '92 for my homies I carried the load

And got rolled like some Daytons and Lows

Now I'm stickin and movin, did my time

Stood in line, and I'm gettin mine

[CHORUS]

[J Tiggy T]

Well its the J tiggy T they call me namer

Sew them punks up just like the claimers

Some night board pimps stabbin the girlies with the weiner

And if ya cross me up then yo I gotsta bang ya

I gotta say whats up to the Crusher city slangas

Calliope west bank down to Desire

Homies gettin sessed out smokin that fire

Gettin burnt up like Richard Pryor

Lowin 9 up down 7 and Niece

Whipser sensation and a big E-Z

I done paid my dues so its my time

I'mo get mine

[CHORUS]

Ashes to ashes dust to dust