Bun B - Basquiat lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah Statik Selektah That's the― that's the sh** Let me hear my voice [?] real loud on the thing Yo D.I.T.C. in this b**h Coca Talk about your faults [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Yeah, this is bad intentions, I'm pullin' up if I'm in your mentions You want rump, I gives it up and stomp you senseless Joey Crack, place your hand on the holy MAC Only facts is given for n***as maxin' in prisons I move dope, that white, call it Aryan Time is money and I'm very impatient I could tell you 'bout the walls that be movin' and sh** Sealed up the sheet [?] in the piff You want static but less automatic, it's the young prodigy Show you 40 sides of Joe when bringing havoc You want bars, well, it's truly nothin' I break a leg every time I tear it down, no Boogie Cousins I be swimmin' with the dolphins when I be back in the crib sh**, I should bring a coffin every time that I spit I burn it down like Notre Dame anytime, no flow's the same TrillStatik is Illmatic, the hall of fame [Chorus: Fat Joe (& Smoke DZA)] Call it Basquiat When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat When you move bricks or hard, call it Basquiat Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat (Yeah) If you feel this is art, call it Basquiat (Kushed God, b**h) When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat When you move bricks or hard, call it Basquiat (Yeah) Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat (Uh) [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] My mind scribblin' thoughts is invisible art f** the political, I been sippin' on [?] Bless the room way before my [?] spiritual starts As I kick it with y'all My phone ringin' got a lick from my dove These n***as cappin', that's a different facade sh**, my livin' is art The sour diesel is my business card Hit the mountains, took a hunnid to chill Can't trick us neither, we know all the numbers for real Indie n***a like, f** a deal I pay mines and my mother bills That privilege alone is worth a hunnid mill Street n***a gettin' a lil' money still Gotta watch out for the Fredos and the Henry Hills (Right) They'll never survive in the yard They'll be finished way before I stuff this bu*t in the gar Keep a holster, he can stomach the charge [?] ounces on every pound, that's the grower's regard Yeah [Chorus: Fat Joe (& Bun B)] Call it Basquiat When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat When you move bricks or hard, call it Basquiat Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat If you feel this is art, call it Basquiat When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat When you move bricks or hard, call it Basquiat Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat (I'm comin' right there) [Verse 3: Bun B] Hol' up, I got an ounce sittin' in front of me I'm about to sit back, relax and roll a blunt or three And then a joint or two, and when I'm finished I'ma point at you With bud that's only smoked by an anointed few You inhale the sensimilla then you feel a Little bit triller, pa** the tequila You take a couple shots, then a couple toasts Then we go hit a couple spots and see a couple folks Now, some of them are connected So be careful what you say so they don't feel disrespected Every now and then some sh** is gonna get hectic But you rollin' with me, the OG, you protected The streets infected with haters and hoes Gotta keep your eyes open, man, and stay on your toes But don't worry 'cause you couldn't be rollin' with a triller crew Now, could you pa** me the Gorilla Glue? [Chorus: Fat Joe] Call it Basquiat When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat When you move bricks or hard, call it Basquiat Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat If you feel this is art, call it Basquiat When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat When you move bricks or hard, call it Basquiat Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat