Daven "Prestige" Vanderpool - Usual Suspects (Part 2) lyrics

* bonus track, continues on track #17 at 12:55 [Mic Geronimo] YEAH! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah C'mon, c'mon hah hah, M.G Know the G, hah hah, know the face Hah hah, know the name n***a, hah C'mon, yeah, yeah Now who could do it like the M-I-C, y'all n***as ain't about this life Runnin up inside of the crib to cut your lights My A.R. likes the thug life, d** and gun fights White on whites, menage and dykes, and nice ice White wraps for these n***as who scrap and gun clap Stick up kids, leavin y'all with two in the back Once you b**h-made n***as started doin the rap Seven figure sh** really started ruinin rap Take it back to hood sh** bulletproof and biscuits Chips all for hustle and grams go from bricks And whips for templates, we switch while we movin all of this weight 'til we screamin all of us hate [Hook: Mic Geronimo] You see sh**'s still real Nothin ever change cause we still in the field n***as try to front but the game's too real We don't give a f** bout the way you feel So f** what you feel and sh**'s still real Nothin ever change cause we still in the field n***as try to front but the game's too real We don't give a f** bout the way you feel So f** what you feel, yeah [Big Stan] Y'all n***as better get the guns f** the pep talk, I don't wanna hear it When it's on it's on, talkin I don't feel it That's the fake sh**, argue and just make sh** hot And with my short fuse I'm always quick to make sh** pop n***a respect this, catch me on the block and with gloves I'm ambidextrous, sold with the Glock and the snub But I ain't reckless, with me it's always one big dot Then one big shot, and one kid drops Head shot, closed lid over one big box And a preacher left prayin over one big plot Never a mess, now I wanna conquer the world And I'mma do it, wanna know how? f**in with Earl He's the one that took me in to raise the dog from a pup With his guidance, help create a beast from a mutt Just released from the cut goin straight for the neck B.S., Bloodline, what the f** you expect n***a? [Hook] [DMX - overlapping Hook] Uhh, WHAT?! Uhh Uhh, uhh, uhh [DMX] It's time to take out the garbage, y'all n***as want the hard sh** I got sh** that'll start sh**, rip apart sh** and disregard sh** Thought it wasn't real no more, just because I got a deal What you think, I ain't gon' steal no more? "Usual Suspects" once again - thus begins The bullsh** we both went through form trusted friends Bustin him from where? (It's time to peel) f** what you heard baby! sh**'s still real Y'all n***as think your sh** don't stink, cause it don't think Hit a motherf**in iceberg your ship won't sink b**h don't blink, cause I'mma hit you with somethin I'mma hit you for frontin, I'mma hit you for nuttin? You buggin I'm lovin it - the obstacles that I go through It keeps me real, don't make me have to show you f** you cause I don't know you, and listen dog If I gots to blow you, you know where you goin to [Hook] - repeat 2X