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Title: Want What's Yours
Artist: Styly Cee ft. ScorSayZee
Cat #: SON 028
Label: Son
Year: 2004

Last Modified: 6th June 2004
Transcribed by: BMC
Contact: siphonik@hotmail.com
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Scorzayzee
There she goes, big green eyes, mean thighs, tight levis/
She want the whole world in one hand/
You cant take over the world with only one plan/
Her dreams is a big house, 3 kids, 2 cars and 1 man/
The mans promises are broken, every weekend he creep in/
Saying he works away but hes sleepin/
With a cheap thing, an old ex who only wants to see bling/
Her only price, any clothes from the precinct/
His Wife writes songs, looking after the kids/
He comes home, to put some cold cash in her fist/
The breadwinner, he didnt know she write songs/
She does it on the low, keeps it quiet/ She knows what hes doing/
But she dont fight it, she wrote a song called 'Life Is'/
The perfect story of how being a wife is/
Every single word was just too real/
She copywrited all the lyrics, next year was worth 2mil/

Chorus
Were only mad cos we want whats yours... (Repeat x4)

I bust raps to get out of this trap, thats the only reason/
The cold life and its freezing, check this young mc/
Staring out the window on a daily basis/
Like bruce willis, unbreakable reading faces/
I used to spit through steel braces/
Trying to figure out life, i used to wonder what the real race is/
Money? That seems to be the worlds basis/
Diamonds lighting up the girls faces/
Now they smiling, just yesterday they was crying/
Girls cut their own arm through self hate denying, their own existance/
Imagine poor people own the system/
Would be no more broke folk at christmas/
Everybody own a big yard, no struggle/
Everybody have a big car, no trouble/
A safe place, no making faces or fussing/
No hate, just love embraced with discussions/

Chorus

The poor want what the rich got, the rich want more/
Like a street sweeper, standing in a shop door/
Staring into open spaces while the world walks past him/
Old buisnessmen with brief cases, sorta like the film 'Trading Places'/
After the days gone, he sweeps up back of the train station/
Same face, same time, never complaining/
Patient, whether snow hail or raining, he bases/
His whole life around his kids, wife and friends/
Plays the lottery every week, maybe a win/
Lifes a gamble to some, to others its just a gift/
Test for cancer, If life's a question, then deaths the answer/
He came out the hospital, all tests were negative/
Happy to be alive when they said he would never live/
Hugging his next of kin, praising god, getting religious/
As a young millionaire died next to him/