Hitchcock - n***as Done Started Something Freestyle lyrics

[Joe Budden] Can't clone these thoughts They tryna tear down the homie fort It's a waste of time I stay on my grind, I'm Tony Hawk Easy with the hate, let a n***a see a mill first I ain't into local beef, get a deal first I bubble these toys, the trouble me boy But I won't fall off, I ain't Trouble T Roy f**er -- don't make me put the thing to your bill Cause dog you like wrestling, I used to think you was real Dog, I used to just chill in the hood with no stardom Now I'm k**ing the kids, I suffer from postpartum Don't understand how you cowards be eating It's time to cough it back up, son it's allergy season For real, too petty, sunny I move deadly The j**els heavy, pearl's blue it's like the new Pepsi And if I'm mad witcha, pull the gat quicker That'll ruin your Grey Goose and I don't mean bad liquor The underdog, son I move too greasy They treat me like De La Hoya, thought dude could beat me Nah -- I lay low in the coupe when I ride n***a With a fly stripper and it's not cause I'm a nice tipper Icy hot, I'm just getting my wealth The baby's .45, we both contradicting ourselves They probably more upset See me ride by with Ortiz Claudette in a beach Corvette If it's a problem son tell me now Have band-aids over your face, you overdoing Nelly's style Haters wanna get their click-clack on If you don't like my music, it's alright brother skip that song [Ransom] I wanna see how many n***as will rep When I scream out Jersey, I ain't talking about Mitchell & Ness I'm talking about getting respect I'm talking about taking one cig out the pack and dippin the rest You don't really want a problem with me I hit your body with three and have you shaking like Mohammad Ali Now you know you done started something We three n***as from the hood, so you better bring your hawk or something Can't hustle so you better get a job or something I rather hit the block, [?] Jaws or something Hitchco*k, Ransom, and we involving Buddens So if you got beef forget it because dog it's nothin I walk around with the vest and the shotty If I get locked up, they'll put me in the same section as Gotti Come on dog you ain't catching a body If I jumped in your arms you probably still couldn't catch you a body Ain't a n***a tryna son Ran, cause that's dumb plan When the gun blam, I give your body a sun tan, man [Hitchco*k] First of all, don't make me have to murder y'all Second of all, don't make me put this weapon to y'all Third of all, I never even heard of y'all Last of y'all, don't make me have to blast for y'all Cause if you sleep I'm a blaze ya, keep heat by my pager If streets was my major, I would pa** it all I'm MVP of streets before I pa** the ball Shut down the game so I'm the last to ball I laugh at y'all, talking about your cash and cars Hitch ridiculous, spit acid bars That'll melt your face, playa I'll belt your face With my name on a buckle that'll welt your face You the type to take the stand and help the case Even your moms disowned you, you a felt disgrace Hitchco*k's a ba*tard case, that'll blast your face Black n***as talking religious like Pastor Ma$e [?] hawk and a biscuit, now pa** the safe Unmask a face, get your a** erased