nXc - Who is Who? (feat. Ozzy Apollo) Lyrics

In the booth, in the coupe
In the booth, in the coupe
Everybody sound the same
So who is who
Everybody sound the same
So who is who
In the booth, in the coupe
In the booth, in the coupe
Everybody sound the same
So who is who
Everybody sound the same
So who is who

Out of they mouth all I hear I lies
How y'all be slangin' shit or gang ties
What they all really do is disguise
They self behind some weak ass rhymes
F*ck with nXc that's yo demise
Cuz when we really have got that time
We killin' every one of you guys
Without remorse or blinking eyes
Its like attack of the clones on these muf*ckas
I ain't rapping it slow for these muf*ckas
Listen up, take a seat, when he spit
Write some notes and share the facts all amongst yo bruddas
Oh, y'all not related
I thought y'all was a pair of twins
NXc coming for you clones, and we is so hungry
We famishin', y'all look like lunch meat

In the booth, in the coupe
In the booth, in the coupe
Everybody sound the same
So who is who
Everybody sound the same
So who is who

Lemme talk my shit
Lemme talk my shit
You bitches never had a vision
Got you hooked up but no fishin'
Got me cooked up in the kitchen
Got me cooped up in the (gasp)
Got me stepping on the gas
I been gone off of the yak
I had to bring it all back
No come on just walk through the back
No come up I need it all fast
Uh
You bitches so judgmental
I been out my elemental
My click ain't accidental
Suck my dick but hold the dentals
I had to stretch the rental
Let my dogs up out the kennel
My night show far from Leno
F*cked a bitch she came from Kendall

Everybody sound the same
So who is who
Everybody sound the same
So who is who
In the booth, in the coupe
In the booth, in the coupe
Everybody sound the same
So who is who
Everybody sound the same
So who is who

In the booth, in the coupe, gon spit the truth
Not feelin' dude
He sound so plain, these rappers fu
They ratting too, like ratatouille
No parachute, I'm @ing too
Ain't from the streets, take avenues
Houdini a trick out da bag or two
Vaccine me too sick I might pass the flu

He sound like you, and you sound like him
Johnny boy sounding like all of these men
Who's signing them, man
I can't understand
Gotta be men that be after them m's
They after them m's and do not give a damn
They bringing no heat, and do not deserve fans
The labels tell fables to whip in the Benz
They do it again and again and again

In the booth, in the coupe
In the booth, in the coupe
Everybody sound the same
So who is who
Everybody sound the same
So who is who