Dutch ReBelle - Green Street Jungle Cypher lyrics

[Verse: Avenue] Guess who's bizzack, probably thought I fell off of the map But now I'm back to take over the globe They mad at me but ain't controlling they hoes And these shorties wanna f** as bad as I do, knowing they role Been in the streets since '06, couple n***as died since Windows down, roof gone, scared n***as ride tens Go through your plugs for d**, I get mine sent Papi shippin first cla**, sh** I ain't fly since Let me talk my sh**, your clothing is plain Burberry skydiving, I open the plane Just bought a new whip, but im still hoping for change You probably should do the same instead of focus on James Why I shop in Morocco, wristwear Mavado Black and white bands, swear it look mulatto Nah, but really it's just one of a kind I swear it's so flooded out you gotta wonder the time, and I'm Ave signing off [Intro: Alage] Ok then, uh, uh, listen, uh, listen, uh, check it, check it [Verse: Alage] I'm from the dark side, Fat Joe That hammer clap babies die, mothers go through it Father left me at the age when it really counted I had to learn sh** on my own time, make up my own grind B-ball was the sport, he was D-Wade Just the feeling of getting buckets when I wanted to I was in my zone getting ready bumping Carter 2 Shooting jump shots before the game, that's what ballers do Right, you lose the feel for this sh** When you hearing that your peoples getting k**ed in the bricks Make you wanna pick that heater up and riiide Could be that next n***a goin channel fiiive Uh, I'm alive here for a purpose cuz I see so many good n***as go way too early in time sh** ain't really worth it when you think about it Leprechaun chips I'm after think about it [Intro: Moe Pope] Yeah, 1-2, yeah, check it out yeah [Verse: Moe Pope] Yo, stop buddy I'm major, lasers in your right hand All hail the sound guy who put the mic on the stand For what you shake the earth with, heated up the ozone Sweatin up the scene a bit but I'm as cool as snow cones ba*tard, if it ain't dope it ain't cla**ic And if it ain't cla**ic then I don't wanna have it And if I don't have it well then it don't exist And no this ain't a diss, this is Moe Pope-ane Frank O'Hara poems and a little bit of c**aine Words in the sky look like invisible airplanes See me in the clouds screaming louder at close range Make me wanna throw things, start a f**ing fight with em Birds we better slice, get 'em, up and off the edge Put my vocals in the red, guess you didn't know the ledge But im illa, and I'm stormin your villa Got a lady to fill up, ask Rain who the k**a Godzilla the great glorious fantastic Godzilla the great glorious fantastic Word, word, threes up, let's go [Verse: Reem] Look, check So much is on my mind, it's like I can't breathe Prayin for the success I wish god would hand me They so obsessed with being a damn G I'm so obsessed with touching a Grammy, look My eyes low, I can't see, talking to shorty on the phone I wonder if she knows I'm more stoned than Angie My a** on the line, cause I couldn't f** with Plan B If not, I'm playing with d**h, Billy and Mandy Hoping this poetry comes in handy Had dreams of the throne, my n***as and me Catch us around more tree than Bambi It's the blessed one, homies say ha-choo The streets say I'm the one and shorty said I'm cute Some n***as claim king, but they not true I sleep to the same dream so the future is my déjà vu n***a they not you, original sh** Self-motivate, no escape I know it's fate Wasting time on p**y but there's more on my plate There's never any peace in the belly of the beast In this life that I know it's meant to be But f** it make moves n***a And if you beat me to the top make room n***a Cause I can work it out like a f**ing weight room n***a The city told me stay true, n***a And even in the flames, stay cool n***a So tell me lies cause the truth is overrated, beat my dick til im motivated And wake up in these lights like I know it's Vegas Dead n***as in my pockets like I know these faces Me and my n***as in the house like a home invasion Them people want Reem more than a snow vacation I know you thinking, present the fire in the coldest nation They been feening for that Hype sh** I know you waitin' I said I know you waitin', they been feening for that hype sh** I know you waitin' Gentleman's Club, n***a, 12 for 12 [Verse: D-Note] Welcome to the jungle where the real survive apparently Not envision the clarity n***a I ain't dead I left temporarily, uh It's a conspiracy, you n***as is parodies Hear the sincerity, fear cause I'm here to be the best of the world, Craig Not just the city, the world This rap money will buy that diamond for my girl And some pearls for my mama, bring her to Nirvana My teen spirit got me wylin' like there's a problem The money's calling so I pick up Smooth flow a little slicker You boys glitter, and I'm waiting for you to slip up Got my finger on the trigger, it's just waiting to blow I'll be the greatest, I'm creating the show I'm still shaping my flow, getting around like I'm dating them hoes Great, amazing, I'm both My life I'm making a toast I'm tryna be what you've never seen Told my mom I'll be the best she said, "You better be..." Dreaming about the money that I needed ‘round yesterday I need a mil just to start to have better days My cousin yelling, “n***a, write yo, we gotta blow, they gotta know" Ivory coast tripping for bad b**hes exotic smoke Scheming, dreaming bout some dollars These other n***as stunting with no talent we hotter We gotta, we gotta start stacking cheese that ricotta Nobody can stop me I'm harder than copper, it ain't my fault Silk the Shocker with two choppas, I see murder Got a master plan, no time to be a Romeo Waiting to rise like the holy ghost They know we close to the top, we only know who to drop We rolling cold, if you hot, no empathy shone You get k**ed if you step off the throne to go home Yo im here like I never left The Love The Life The Limits, n***a, take a breath [Verse: Natural] Yo, it's Natural, AKA The bartender Yo, bout to make this sh** a dumb track It's young Nat winning races while you hung back The city's on my back like a f**ing backpack And haters on my dick tryna say I spit wack raps White dudes all say I'm tryna act black And black dudes sayin' hard is what the f**ing track lacks I say green is what the track makes Plus I'm real, half these other dudes just act fake Oh well, guess I'm tryna get my mode right Two women underneath my arms like Old Spice f** one? Kid I'm tryna bang a few My skully cap black, white writing with the kangaroo Girls staring, hey ma I see you Stunting in my three piece suit looking GQ Wait 'til I'm done with this track like P-U Like that's nasty, Nat, why you gotta doo doo? Ha, f**ing rappers buncha pip squeaks Natural, the kid'll leave your boys up sh**s creek Walking 'round like your sh** don't stink Or the fact that you think that your chick didn't wink Whatever helps you sleep better I eat better, beat better, freak better, even speak better I'll grind in the bean til it's coffee Haters like flies, swat gets 'em off me All it takes is one verse she's an instant fan Next day popping up on my Instagram She don't care if it's Droid or an iPhone Either way I bone and act so distant, man Y'all a bunch of rappers, or a bunch of actors? This white boy's on fire, get it? Fire cracker About to blow up, screw what your tallies say I get nasty like an alleyway on St. Patty's Day [Intro: Dutch ReBelle] Bargang, mother-FN Bargang (Bargang) Bargang, mother-FN Bargang (Bargang) Bargang, mother-FN Bargang (Bargang) Yao, yao [Verse: Dutch ReBelle] Ayo I'm good with the goons, held down by the henchmen Cause they say I'm bad in the school, I paid attention Dutch an A+, but I spit like detention Came in this game like a flame not to mention this Beantown at ya neck like a hoodie tag Gang green by the sack, call 'em goodie bags Road runner, I bring the looney toons out So I don't gotta grip guns to bring the goons out Real recognize real when you see it Used to read the Source one day hoping to be it Told 'em I could rhyme, but they couldn't really see it Til I did a couple shows, now they calling me the sheeit I tell the truth when I step up in the booth I dominate the ring as soon as they hear the ding I'm giving 'em everything, blood, tears, and the sweat Going hard on these broads til I'm hard to forget Financial frustrations test the patience of my n***as In this brick jungle tryna stack my bundles while my guts rumble And they dare to point a finger at my actions Holding the whole pie never care to share a fraction so Dollar signs fuel the fires in my youths' eyes Mixing pies soundtrack to a fiend's cry These cries spit it off the top never flop Bars if I drop it I'mma pick it up, now lock it out Like I'm Jamaican, Dutchy never faking Bars come ever blazing, Sean Paul when I stall never that Rolling up a goodie sack And I'm chilling 12 for 12 you mothaf**a where we at Keep it going if we never slowing Keep it faster if you n***as wanna see me after Spitting mids for the kids for them other n***as Thinking that we funny go and get your f**ing brother n***a Get your older sister, we gon spit it out With Caliph up on the track yeah we spit it __ Not at all, if you ever cross, leave you double-crossed Dutch cum in your mouth like some f**ing floss b**h [Intro: Caliph] Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, look, uh [Verse: Caliph] They say lyrics don't sell, well, that's irrelevant When I'm piping the game, we'll see who is celibate I know they bugging and wondering what I'm on here The kid shine cause the buzz bubble like a Montclair Aw yeah, you in the game I can see that A threat to your future is courtside in a lawn chair My mother's neighbors are pregnant teens, crack addicts What you think I rap for? Just to take a whack at it? Insane, you must be out your frame I grew up in the hood and the hood is where I remain Never picking up quarters to sell dimes and nickels So I guess it's ironic that I'm here to bring change Huh, I was coming from another world, like Jesus I wonder what that shuttle's worth (Shuttlesworth) In other words I ain't re-rock cane But the pops behind the bars so He Got Game, so ah Tell your favorite rapper he a target I'm at Martin Lawrence apartment with that fifth floor and I been cold Just jump in your window like Birdman and I'm schizo Big-headed like Gina, but your flow light as her skin tone Yo, this ain't a party we just crashed it Two thirds of that Ma**ive, and D hype and we rashing Bad chicks, bad chicks, all I want is bad chicks So if she look like Whoopi, then I'm Ghost, Patrick GK [Intro: Ca**o] Ok, ok, check, uh, uh Yo by the way stop sleepin on my city Yo, yo, yo, check [Verse: Ca**o] I'm not a f**ing people person, stop reaching for my hand Just cause we do affiliate don't mean that we are friends I bare my f**ing soul, don't give a f** who I offend Said I hate her on the track, then I f**ed the bith again Minnetonka moccasins, Annie Mulz the white tee Say your a** in trouble, n***a you ain't nothing like me Heard your last album, you might wanna bite me If I told you I knew your girl, you might wanna fight me n***a don't be senile, n***a don't be senile Heard your best track, that sh** sound like my freestyle Sonnin' all these rappers, made a song for each child That fifteen minutes of fame? Approaching about a week now See, where I'm from they spot outsiders by looking at you If that gun jam, they stop and throw the bullet at you Don't come here if you ain't really from here This ain't where it started at but yeah, we get it done here Ain't in the same building, ain't on the same floor When we go to piss, we don't use the same door You claim money talk, and you wish you could save more I'm on break having lunch, who done tell you to take yours? Ahh, look, veni, vidi, vici Pick your head up when you see me, you're encouraged to beseech me And if you want it dog, it ain't hard to reach me I know this is rock bottom, you n***as still beneath me [Intro: Soupa] Here we go, ay, ay [Verse: Soupa] So many dope rappers, I think I'll be a manager Coming off the top, I'm finna kick it with the stamina Everyone professional, none of us are amateurs Step up in the club, all the shorties can't stand me, bruh What you know about her spilling my drinks I'm coming through summertime, I'm still chilling in minks Yo no shirt or I'm chillin with links With my tats out You know what's good, you see my DVD blowing they backs out Coming through got the Air Max out Yeah I'm on my hood sh**, but I make them crack out Yeah, I'm just coming off the top f** it I been smoking so f** it if I flop Motherf** it I'll be late or I'm not Still comin through the spot Everything I spit is hot Yeah my rhymes is simplistic I kick it on some pimp sh** Chilling with my skater n***as, ill like a kickflip And I'm still grinding, freestyle rhyming What you know about it, Ville side and I'm shining Kick it from the Ville side, kick it on some chill sh** You n***as wanna ride for b**hes wanna chill with What you know about it, they call me Soupa Coming through with your b**h tryna pa** the loofa Nah it isn't soap, I be hanging like a rope Shootin like dope, I'm a baller quote n***a, I don't give a f** 12 For 12 all my n***as gon' live it up We keep it funky like some monkeys We kick that dope sh** like some f**ing junkies 12 For 12 what's good n***a [Intro: Black EL] Yo, hol up, real quick tho, you k** that real quick? [Verse: Black EL] Alright yo Rather be dead honest than live a lie Most n***as petrified Talk about the money that they never set aside They ok with getting by, not I Diversified bonds but can take it to the sky Tryna be the man my pops is Let the truth bare it all like she topless Know it sounds obnoxious Once it's laid down you can't stop this Once it's laid down you can't stop this (Ha) I'm in it, it's documented Send it to my brother, he complimented Ain't all pleasant how we represented Take it to the Senate, a lieutentant k**s an unarmed black tenant Bet it coulda been prevented, but we let it happen I hate saying that I'm into rapping Every day interaction as I'm pa**ing the face-created caption Thoughts on my sleeve, I should get into fashion Shoutout to Mike and Matt in the CJB In house we about to just E-A-T Boston a n***a can't catch a C-A-B This my heart attack someone call the E-M-T Peace to Chi-Ali, age ain't nothing but a number Rocking 9th wonder, in my '89 summer If I'm six feet under in my slumber Just play this here, in my latest gear Hear the ladies cheer, like, like now, that's it, there it is