Horseshoe Gang - Menace lyrics

[Julius] Yo, this the type of sh** that you ain't up on This the type of sh** that we grew up on Type of sh** that k**ers play in they whip, so loud When sh**'s about to go down, so lames get the f** on Animal's on the loose, you shoulda left us in the cage The Shoes dope as f** and I rep us my in J's I'm steppin' in this place, heckler to the K in my possession You can head for the exit, I'm excellent with aim But I don't need a weapon on my waist I'mma wear a catcher's mitt around my head and sh** to represent I'm catchin' n***a's fades Vampire but present in the day I got a sword on my hip, I'm so Wesley with the blade I'm hesitant to raise hell for the hell of it Write agressive sh**, my pen have to wrestle with the page Explosive when I'm steppin' on the stage The same thing happens that happens when pins ejected from grenades Lames gettin' rich is a crime and crime definitely pays If sk** paid bills your sh** would never get paid I don't act all rich, bury my money in the backyard, b**h I give these Presidents a grave On the streets we roll mayne, trynna get the lettuce Better get the change or I'll behead whoever's in the way A hustler, never been afraid About bizz 24/7, my week got 7 business days And uh, n***a I don't give a f** and I never did I live by these words, rhetoric next to residents Your b**h finna get headbu*ted, [all I ever lend?] But I use my F'in dick, give her head a F'in dick So it's evident that a fella hit hella sick Y'all auction off lies but I never bid We the type you don't bet against If you bet against us, you better get some sense and bet again [Demetrius] I'm O-Dog and Menace from Quahog to Venice I hoped y'all would diss us then I hoped God forgive us Since I broke all the laws given in the Ten Commandments When I go off on n***as, spittin' so raw and vicious The minute you diss us it's finna snowball on n***as Cuz I'm finna give my bros all a rollcall on n***as Crooked and the Shoe Gang is Voltron on n***as We can eclipse the sun, I guess that don't dawn on n***as I'm a West Coast crimin-iminiz-al Like bruh-man from the fifth flo' I'm in your window Now here's an innuendo I put a mistletoe over my dick when I was with your b**h I hope she get that hint though I'm bumpin' Crooked I, glidin', slidin' Through the West side and packin' that heat ridin' Step into my mind, let me take you on a trip I'm nothin' but a hollow tip comin' up out the clip When I break records you can't set the record straight I break records like DJs, you gon' catch it late I'll text a hater "SMH" That mean I just skeeted now I'm shakin' my dickhead on your ex's face This game is backwards, that's why I keep the chrome lit If sk**s paid bills, me and my n***as would be Jigga and Lil Boosie would be homeless You fans on the wrong dick and makin' rappers famous that don't even write they own sh** f**in' with k**ers, you and your n***as'll be dead The tip of this bullet is my point, get it through your head I'm a n***a spittin' lead, I'm a gun myself n***a, I'm just doin' me and I've outdone myself