"You Soft" lyrics
(You soft) Yeah, you know
(You soft) I came in a game, smilin' like a mothafucka
(You soft) I ain't know what it was
(Soft!) I know what it is now, though
These boys keep killas with 'em, they be buyin' 'em shit
Have 'em all in mall, buyin' 'em, they said
"Boy, drop a couple bodies, you might buyin' 'em a whip"
Next thang you know he find himself givin' him chip
Then a boy realised that he dealin' with a wimp
Been a hoe the whole time, who was waitin' to be pimped
Next thang you know he find yourself caught up in his grip
And urgently you search for someone harder than him
Perhaps, you could manipulate them
Put them in a position to intimidate him
While you emulated him, imitated him
Rapped about his bitches, whips and riffs
Pop that big murder game 'cause you knew he had your back
Now that man wants a percentage and you can't be mad at that
I'm a boss, lil' homie, I go do my own dirt
Load that thang up, put it in my own work, but
(You soft) You beat you! You beat you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) You trick you! You trick you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) Your whole crew! Your whole crew! (Yeah, yeah)
(Soft!)
(You soft) You beat you! You beat you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) You trick you! You trick you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) Your whole crew! (Yeah, yeah)
So, are you usin' a steroids, partner? You're fucking—
Biatch!
I'm hard like accomplishin' a motherfuckin' pipe dream
Hard like LL, back when he was nineteen
(Hard!) Like concrete, won't back down
Standin' strong, and I ain't gon' crack now!
(Hard!) Like Mike Tyson at a Cover Girl convention
(Hard!) Like R. Kelly at a double dutch competition
(Hard!) Like Mission Impossible, impossible missions
(Hard) Like fuckin' ugly bitches in the missionary position
Picture with me a vision of my adversary starvin'
'Cause they dropped off in some shit that just didn't involve 'em
(Hard!) Like county jail time sent me to the pen'
(Hard!) Like acceptin' you got snitched on by a friend
(Hard!) Like fallin' off and gettin' on again
(I'm hard!) Like end your career with a pen
(Hard!) Like make you never wanna rap again
Cross me home, boy, and see what happen then 'cause
(You soft) You beat you! You beat you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) You trick you! You trick you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) Your whole crew! Your whole crew! (Yeah, yeah)
(Soft!)
(You soft) You beat you! You beat you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) You trick you! You trick you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) Your whole crew! Your whole crew! (Yeah, yeah)
(Soft!)
It's time to show these motherfuckers, they been on one
Nine millimetre rounds through they shanjan
Drop the beat and see how quickly they retreat
[*Explodes*] Those that stay get knocked off they feet (They feet)
The streets have been Miami since the nineties
Labels signed me, they were grimy (Grimy, grimy)
Is the hype true? Is the white dude the true?
Bring your best, dude, fuck it, bring your best two
Fuck it, bring your whole crew and watch what I do
My whole reputation built on embarrassin' fools
No pad, no E-pen, fully automatic thinkin'
Heartless, you can feel yourself shrinkin'
But freestyle's was free and I didn't have recordin', though
So, I copped a pound of 'dro, hit a lick and lay low
Sometime I wanna take a day off
But l'd be damned if l ever thinkin' I'm soft, heh, like
(You soft) You beat you! You beat you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) You trick you! You trick you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) Your whole crew! Your whole crew! (Yeah, yeah)
(Soft!)
(You soft) You beat you! You beat you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) You trick you! You trick you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) Your whole crew! Your whole crew! (Yeah, yeah)
(Soft!)
You soft
You soft
You soft
Soft!
(You soft) I came in a game, smilin' like a mothafucka
(You soft) I ain't know what it was
(Soft!) I know what it is now, though
These boys keep killas with 'em, they be buyin' 'em shit
Have 'em all in mall, buyin' 'em, they said
"Boy, drop a couple bodies, you might buyin' 'em a whip"
Next thang you know he find himself givin' him chip
Then a boy realised that he dealin' with a wimp
Been a hoe the whole time, who was waitin' to be pimped
Next thang you know he find yourself caught up in his grip
And urgently you search for someone harder than him
Perhaps, you could manipulate them
Put them in a position to intimidate him
While you emulated him, imitated him
Rapped about his bitches, whips and riffs
Pop that big murder game 'cause you knew he had your back
Now that man wants a percentage and you can't be mad at that
I'm a boss, lil' homie, I go do my own dirt
Load that thang up, put it in my own work, but
(You soft) You beat you! You beat you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) You trick you! You trick you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) Your whole crew! Your whole crew! (Yeah, yeah)
(Soft!)
(You soft) You beat you! You beat you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) You trick you! You trick you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) Your whole crew! (Yeah, yeah)
So, are you usin' a steroids, partner? You're fucking—
Biatch!
I'm hard like accomplishin' a motherfuckin' pipe dream
Hard like LL, back when he was nineteen
(Hard!) Like concrete, won't back down
Standin' strong, and I ain't gon' crack now!
(Hard!) Like Mike Tyson at a Cover Girl convention
(Hard!) Like R. Kelly at a double dutch competition
(Hard!) Like Mission Impossible, impossible missions
(Hard) Like fuckin' ugly bitches in the missionary position
Picture with me a vision of my adversary starvin'
'Cause they dropped off in some shit that just didn't involve 'em
(Hard!) Like county jail time sent me to the pen'
(Hard!) Like acceptin' you got snitched on by a friend
(Hard!) Like fallin' off and gettin' on again
(I'm hard!) Like end your career with a pen
(Hard!) Like make you never wanna rap again
Cross me home, boy, and see what happen then 'cause
(You soft) You beat you! You beat you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) You trick you! You trick you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) Your whole crew! Your whole crew! (Yeah, yeah)
(Soft!)
(You soft) You beat you! You beat you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) You trick you! You trick you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) Your whole crew! Your whole crew! (Yeah, yeah)
(Soft!)
It's time to show these motherfuckers, they been on one
Nine millimetre rounds through they shanjan
Drop the beat and see how quickly they retreat
[*Explodes*] Those that stay get knocked off they feet (They feet)
The streets have been Miami since the nineties
Labels signed me, they were grimy (Grimy, grimy)
Is the hype true? Is the white dude the true?
Bring your best, dude, fuck it, bring your best two
Fuck it, bring your whole crew and watch what I do
My whole reputation built on embarrassin' fools
No pad, no E-pen, fully automatic thinkin'
Heartless, you can feel yourself shrinkin'
But freestyle's was free and I didn't have recordin', though
So, I copped a pound of 'dro, hit a lick and lay low
Sometime I wanna take a day off
But l'd be damned if l ever thinkin' I'm soft, heh, like
(You soft) You beat you! You beat you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) You trick you! You trick you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) Your whole crew! Your whole crew! (Yeah, yeah)
(Soft!)
(You soft) You beat you! You beat you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) You trick you! You trick you! (Yeah, yeah)
(You soft) Your whole crew! Your whole crew! (Yeah, yeah)
(Soft!)
You soft
You soft
You soft
Soft!
