Classified Find Out lyrics

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Find Out lyrics

[Classified:] 
[Chorus: X2] 
What's Goin On? 
(You Gonna Find Out) 
Sooner Or Later 
(You Gonna Find Out) 
Are You Ready For This? 
(You Gonna Find Out) 
Tell Em'who It Is 
(Your Gonna Find Out) 

Put Your Hands Up 
Man Up 
Look Up 
Find Out 
Cut Through The Rope 
Nope 
Not Stayin Tied Down 
Gone For A Minute 
Yup 
Back On The Grind Now 
Thought I Was Finished 
Nope 
Not Jerry Seinfeld 
Whos This? 
Guess Who 
Back To Stay 
Get More Use Outta Class Than A Plastic Bag 
Moms Still Lookin At Me Like Act Your Age 
'Cause Friday And Saturday I'm Either Trashed Or Blazed 
I Don't Fascinate 
I Live It 
That's It 
I Even Bought A House 
Off of Writin' Rap Shit 
But don't Get It Twisted 
I Ain't That Rich 
'Cause I'm Payin' off The Loan 'Till I'm In A Casket 
Country Boy 
Move Out To The City Life 
Back To The Sticks 
With The Family And Minibike 
Yet nothin' Change 
Spit Rhymes Nicest 
This Games Givin' Me A Mid Life Crisis 

[Chorus] 

This Whole Thing Failed To Amaze Me 
Since The 80's 
This Hip-Hop Thing Basicly Raised Me 
But Lately Everyones Gun Is Off Saftey 
What Happened To The Culture 
Breakers And The Break Beats 
When I Was 18 
Never Cared To Make Green 
I'd Write Rhymes 
Turn This Day Job Into A Daydream 
And Now A Day it's All Changing 
Guess I'm Growin' up 
'Cause I Wonder What The F*ck Are We Raising 
Used To Be A Culture 
Now it's All A Hustle 
Used To Flex Skills 
Now We Flex Biceps 
I Flip Flows You Aint Tried Yet 
Make You Expect The Unexpected 
Sit And Get Your Mindset 
Culture shark 
I Talk The Talk 
And I'm A Dieing Breed 
Still Trying To Eat 
I'm A MC First (Always) 
Buisness Last 
That's Probaby Why I Made No Real Cash As Class 
(But I Can Live With That) 

[Chorus] 

Now I don't Hate Gangster Rap 
Someone Fakin' Jacks 
Trying To Glorify It 
With Hopes In Makin' Cash 
Steal From A Culture 
And Never Pay It Back 
Hate Repeatin' Myself 
But I Gotta State The Facts 
Most Kids Know 
That It's An Entertainment Purpose 
10% don't Tho and Wanna Be That Person 
Wanna Sell Drugs 
Hold Guns 
Pimp Hoes 
Buy Blades 
Waste Money 
Rob People 
Get Dough 
I Know Things Change 
And I'm Fine With It 
But Now Where Gettin Judged 
On The Crimes We Did 
Or The Dimes We Hit 
Or The Lines We Snitch 
We Used To Get Props For The Rhymes We Spit 
What Happened? 

[Chorus]