Dru Ha - Da Beginning of Da End lyrics

[Verse One: Rock] Out on bail, fresh out of jail, Brownsville scheming Y'all wanna see me up north, but I'm down the hill creeping n***as keeping and keeping they beef, wit they cops still singing I'm getting my gwap, still eating Loudest one in the flock, still screaming Pa** me the pot, I'm still chiefin' And I'm pacing over you, just a thief on the weekend Beefing with me, will get you bleeding in a heap with some feces s**er MC's, s**er MC, when they run wit they feet, b**hes Well, kinda, big Rock's tougher than leather Wit slum to get set up, he's dumping forever The king of pot, there is none higher You nickel bag smoker, need to call me sire With Reggie Miller to the Isaac Hayes, straight fire Who said it, just ight, this b**h a liar I'm fixing to Ike her, I gets it rock and ready rock Rock filthy but Rock, not guilty, y'all feel me [Verse Two: Sean Price] I carry a gun, pa, barbarian thundarr Switchblade, b**h made, n***as like en garde All white Nikes wit a knife to cut krills Bernadette bu*t like Buffy when back pocket of bills I ain't got mills, but I got a couple of thou' I ain't got a gun, but I bet I f** you up now f**ing with I, have you n***as touching the sky Wings on your back, Kanye singing the track Slinging my crack, muthaf**a, shopping a demo I pop at your temple, muthaf**a sing about that Listen, f** a hip hop, I'll take ya wrist watch Put the gun to your tongue and make you lick shots Make a pit stop, by the piff spot You wanna take a pull? n***a kick rocks [Verse Three: Rock] I'm like that's not a gun, this is a gun, B Who wanna romp with me, the Rockadile Dundee I rule the underground, I'm Pimp C, Bun B Lord Jazz Do-It-All and Mr. Funkee Mr. Bummy FlyJab, some of ya'll mad I can scrape up one twenty five cash I had too much dirt to dump on you n***as Nothing in the world was gon' keep me from crushing you b**hes [Verse Four: Sean Price] Yeah two in your dome rhyme, funeral home time Announce d**h to you, I'm Phil Rizzuto with mine This Puerto Rican b**h called me papi chulo, but I'm Not with the gwala sh**, fill the hollow tip in the nine, I'm Nice with a nine, I'm nice with the rhyme 52 block your snot box, Mike in his prime Line for line, top five dead or alive Two of them dead, and soon as the other three die I'm number one!