Horseshoe Gang - f** I Look Like lyrics

[Verse 1: Julius] Yo, I give a f** if you a Crip, f** if you a Blood You wanna run up on me dawg, then f**in' do it cuzz f** a n***a on the 'slow flow' sh**, f** all that h*mo sh** What the f** I look like, worryin' about what side a n***a rep? Call my silent chrome xylophone, silent when I 'X' n***as I'm sick of this twisted Rap game The wack n***as is real n***as, the dope n***as act strange I ain't never met Trinidad Jame$ Seem like a real dude to me, so what if the n***a rap lame? But anyway, I out-rhyme these Rap-bizz dudes I wish the legends that pa**ed away could be alive to rap today I'll out-rap them too, n***a that sh** true You don't like it, here's an ad-lib dude f** Y'all n***as! I'm dressed to k** So on my hip I wear a 9' My outfit keeps me alive I'm fit to survive [Hook: Julius] The f** I look like?! I ain't never run from a fight So what the f** I look like?! Supposed to be scared of a gun or a knife? Life's a b**h, I'm a son of my life So what the f** I look like?! A n***a had to struggle and fight Short fuse, 'bout to f**in' ignite What the f** I look like?! Givin' up this Rap sh**, fact is I'm a die clutching the mic' What the f** I look like?! [Verse 2: Demetrius] f** I gotta do to get me and my COBsters signed? Get shot up a lot of times? Well f** it I'll take a bullet for my n***as, so we can sign on the dotted line I spit like Kendrick with Hopsin's mind (that makes sense) We all got our style from Crooked right? To get in this game I'll steal a page from the book of Christ Like Christians promoting that picture of that Klansman look-alike I'm a start pushin' white We need a new Suge to leave DJ's shook at night And I'm a horseman, so I'm a play Suge tonight They want me to make songs like, "Shake it like a red nose" Hell no! What the f** I'm lookin' like?! I'm talkin' to my n***as 2Pac, 2Pac and Big You'd probably diss these new n***as if you got to live You'd probably help this game evolve, y'all woulda done it So I'll be better than y'all, like y'all woulda wanted [Hook] [Verse 3: Dice] I don't give a sh**, and I don't give a f** I don't give nothin' remotely close to a f** Name a crew doper than us, my flow is beautiful n***a, my flow is breath-taking like a blow to the gut We heavy, y'all light n***as, I'm a name it the barge We put out mixtape after mixtape, my gang is in charge And y'all still impatient, hold on... hold on... I'm a make you n***as wait on the bars We raisin' them bars, n***a this that ride-or-die music We spit that hungry sh**, this that Ramadan music The type of sh** we make, gangstas gotta ride to it This is that 'straight to the point', 'bottom line' music XXL magazine, doubtin' my clique But we gon' be on that Freshmen cover, you can count on that sh** Half of them lames on the cover didn't turn out to be sh** Before I bite my tongue, I'll sip from a fountain of piss, n***a [Hook] [Verse 4: Kenny] n***as making fake profiles of me cuz the hoes now love me Trynna jock my whole style, what you post sounds funny though You n***as need to get a life or get a knife Aim for your neck and hit it twice And everybody shouldn't be rich, look at the sh** some do with bread Lil' Kim's face defines why you should quit while you ahead I'm not trynna be disrespectful, I still s** you I'll tell you to your face I'm a fan if I ever met you But in-case I never get to, I gotta be the realest on Earth n***a my flow's worth what gold's worth In fact my flow's priceless, dig? And we all know how pricey priceless is I been rappin' for 20 years, there's no one that Kenny fears Kenny's fierce, if you want bars just lend me ears Most say I'm the best and they don't know any better So I forgive the rest cuz they don't know any better About this Rap sh**, what the f** I look like?! [Hook]