[Intro:]
Real gun slingas
Where you at n***as?
Check it out yo
If you real wave yo hands in the muthaf**in air
All them blunts,hey yo hey yo hey yo yo...
[Verse 1:]
You want lyrics, well let the real n***as run it
Wack crews get confronted by the shorty that's blunted
Never fronted ,you ain't built, im from the thorough school
You couldn't f** around if you had p**y in the whirlpool
Im swift with this ,i burn crews like ho's with syphilis, i slam
Like doors in the face of jehova's witnesses ,pack the crome
Style's fly like mrs. Jones, lyrical mathematics where have the devil smoking stone, i put heads to bed lick shots and rapers
Fled, went to church a few times now nuns tryna give me head
K Mack and Ill shorty from the dough u best to tell em'
Lyrics bustin' yo brain style s**in' your cerebellum
[who?] Some n***a named Kim from the firm, i probably have
To splat em', [b**h n***a], talking trash about Mack and don't know even matter, you ain't real n***a so stop yelling
Hip hop,loaded up my Glock and welcome b**hes in the shot
The squad is there next, the cruddy kid is who i be, twistin' up
Some sin seed that i coped from Mel & B, u n***as best to wake
The f** up u in the wrong direction, god you grew u couldn't
Lick it in my f**ing session
[Extended Verse 1:]
That's how is going down
Yea
Check it out'yo
Yo,ey yo
[Verse 2:]
One for the blunts that i smoke, two for all the liquor i drink
Makin' your b**h crew stop to grip and think, the cruddiest
I got more reasons to feelin' baley, the sickest squad cuz my
Crew is puffin trees daily, u best to go before the shorty get's
To clapin', u n***as actin', so eat a dick with your bullsh** rapin'
Takin' on your whole crew how ever you come huh, i stash don't give a f** where ever you from, i walk the streets
Anytime the cash got me cravin', collect my dough, feeling high soon as the Herb is blazin, hot metal i squeeze when i get heated, if my lyrics was drunk you punk p**ys still couldn't beat it Check for concrete tape styles that i be freakin, lyrics be Heatin' got your melon leakin' hardly speakin'
[Extended Verse 2:]
Check it out n***as
That's for my n***as
Check it out yo...
[Verse 3:]
I bring the rugged against the realness,K Mack will leave the mic scorching, rebel sk**s my raw style is worth a f**in' fortion, rollin' thick with my click some never heard of me
The click is Anex, wack crews headin' for surgery, i clean my
Eyes blood shot red, when i be chillin' got the gift to manifest
In your ear's lyrics be spillin, i catch rat, tag my name on the
Wall, on stages, rhythm relax ? with elements and frases, n***as extend kid, my style's label blood sport, big up, to my n***as locked down holdin' the love for me, im on the mission
Bringin' drama to competition, takin' flight, style's tight
Lyrics be sh**tin', when i'm done, back to herb sellin'
With rhymes, i'm compellin' leavin' swellin' on your melon
Packin' guns, servin' fiendz to get funz...?
Wack crews i eliminate, my style's mad ill, spark a elen poulet
And i remain tranquil in the feel, watch yo nugget
Word is on i got a full clip, your squad is bullsh**,you b**hes
Better forfeit, it's 95', don't be surprised when we arive
Lyrics i kickin' sh** mo' bricks then ?
Ma** appeal, my style's too danger, for a herb to fit
I'm sendin' rappers on a journey that is permanent
So tell me if you feel this,cap, when i peel this,back to the lab
Cuz you ain't ready for the realness