Hear It and Fear It lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y]
Alright, yeah, yeah
Curren$y the Hot Spitta
Fly Society
We don't really know the arrangement of this song, so
We just gon' get it where they fit in

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
[?] was my favorite cartoon
After marriage come the honey moon
Now I'll be damned [?] spoon
And something 'bout Popeye [?]
I don't remember that line all the way through
But I remember the group name was Nice & Smooth
I wonder what ever happened thеm dudes
I wonder what evеr happened to my new
Pitbull puppy when the hurricane came through
'Cause pet finders said that she was rescued
[?] had one, they said they had his too
But when we hit the shelter we saw [?] too
[?] them dogs, f*ck wrong with y'all
Matter fact I think y'all tryna come here to fraud
But I ain't gonna take the white approach and go to the laws

[Chorus: Curren$y]
I ain't even gon' trip
My n*gga [?] so I can get another pit
But mine snap and your ass gets bite
We get love from all these b*tches because they feel us in our lyrics
We never talk it if we don't live it
'Cause that'll get you picked apart by critics
A lot of n*ggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n*ggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n*ggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n*ggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n*ggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n*ggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n*ggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
We get love from all these b*tches because they feel us in our lyrics
We never talk it if we don't live it
'Cause that'll get you picked apart by critics
A lot of n*ggas...
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
Addicted to the money, I'm just going where the dough is
And ma I don't mean to be rude, but there the dough is
Stay fresh to death, [?] dope is
Used to live trife, now I'm flossy like [?]
Came for the C-note and chips and the tokens
And yeah you a boss b*tch but can't knock my focus
The clock's ticking and I gotta get it over with
Nice jump shot, n*gga done it like Kobe did
[?] couldn't hold the kid
Grind hard, stack money like Sosa did
And now I'm buying liquor, coppin' dro
Told Spitta I'ma get the n*ggas, you go get the hoes
Yeah, and we gon' have a gangsta party
Still protected by the guns with no safeties on it
I stack cash with the big faces on it
Cop whips where the paper plates be on it
Got that from [?] homie
Yeah, it's Young Roddy, [?]

[Chorus: Curren$y]
I ain't even gon' trip
My n*gga [?] so I can get another pit
But mine snap and your ass gets bite
We get love from all these b*tches because they feel us in our lyrics
We never talk it if we don't live it
'Cause that'll get you picked apart by critics
A lot of n*ggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n*ggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n*ggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n*ggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n*ggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n*ggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n*ggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
We get love from all these b*tches because they feel us in our lyrics
We never talk it if we don't live it
'Cause that'll get you picked apart by critics
A lot of n*ggas...