360 (US) - RapFix 2013 Year End Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Bizzy Crook] Look, it's the kid Bizzy Crook Kid from Miami that's tryna win a Grammy, ya' heard? 305, we outchea Westside, 239 Look, this here year been in the making Varsity jacket at freshman orientation I deserve an early graduation To the underdog title with overly dedication I hated holidays ‘cause of what my family would say though But I still slid through to get a plate though Sitting at the table like “Auntie, pa** the potatoes” She said “You should go to college, be more like your cousin Pedro” But that was back in the day though Now my payroll's enough to put Pedro on payroll This that next ish, James Bond cologne fresh ish I'm just trying to find what's really mine like a step kid Ironically the woman I slept on I slept with I pray they let Boosie go free like the d**h wish I meant, Boosie free like the guest list I pray they let Boosie go free like the guest list ‘Cause these rappers ain't really hard My homie busting credit cards, I can tell when somebody fraud They say I sound Drake, I disagree But ay I think your girlfriend great, she in the V And by the way I parked her in the phantom across the street And I treat her like the phantom, turn her on without the key Me, I'm from the burbs but I do it for the slums Flying women from my city to remember where I'm from Brain like that, how you gonna tell her that she dumb? See, I had an open crib so I try to make her cum [Verse 2: Andy Mineo] Andy Mineo, 116, check Rappers like some Jordans, they gave us the same thing And still we went and bought ‘em In this cold world, they looking so stunned, call ‘em Steve Austin When they found out my clique sell tix, no Boston Live shows awesome, 20's all it cost ‘em To watch ‘em go off and put microphones in the coffin It's awful, state of hip-hop was boys all in Man it's time to make your boys sit down like Stephen Hawking We riding for the cause and we got no shame Like Ricky Ross with his shirt off, huh! No chains, just beads like it's Mardi Gras And they think I'm taking shots like I'm at the bar Chirping like I locked the car alarm, nah So I sound like that Jewish rapper, huh?, mazel tov I don't got writer's block, the opposite problem I don't know when to stop so I just keep on jotting Delilahs tryna pick my locks and get it poppin The white boy nice, yeah he on his John Stockton Stop it, talking at them shorties like he cool I bet you don't want your daughter to end up with some dude just like you Uh, and rappers got a manhood problem, I swear They just a bunch of grown boys with facial hair Blaspheming God with the lungs that He gave oxygen He will not be mocked, don't you remember Sodom, man? Back up and give me two feet like an ottoman It's obvious I'm out of your league like Jackie Robinson Fake studio thugs been talking about their llamas When the only eagle you seen throwing bullets was Donovan Santo, Gloria, Dios is what I'm hollering I'm uptown, Washington Heights, my fam palian yeah Some rappers got a new god flow but my God reign forever Go ahead and get your poncho Money coming in so labels wanna advance us You know what I tell ‘em yo? They ain't got no chances Thirty thousand in the first week, don't understand us You know what I tell ‘em Sway? They ain't got the answers! [Verse 3: 360] Yo, I did more in two years than most dudes did in ten I'm Apu in the booth, thank you, come again Bada bing, bada boom, drop the beat, I'm going in Fish scale in they pipe, fish scale in my pen I done did a lot of dirt and never been to jail I thank god but I don't think he want me in his trails If I don't make it to Heaven, oh well I'mma just be the hottest motherf**er in Hell See, I rep that Queens, you rep your shook You might slip, dodge these balls but catch this hook You was breaking jaws, breaking laws but now I'm breaking records Breaking yours, eating good but I'm taking seconds Like extra, extra, read all about it, you can't talk New York And I'm not the topic, stop it, thinking you gon' make a profit That's word to B-I, see I don't see eye to eye with you You fake, I'm true, those raps doo doo, you call, who knew? Blood diamonds, suwoo, my pockets, puku, you girl plus me, choo choo Mind right, money right, ready for whatever Make green despite these n***as who's jealous Did it by myself, ain't sh** n***as could tell us Outfit so fly, it should've came with propellers My kind is becoming extinct, looking for the competition But that cease to exist, don't say I'm nice, just say I'm the shhh Nice guys finish last except for Will Smith, like ay Queens [Verse 4: Emilio Rojas] Listen, Balenciaga boss, I ain't gotta talk Actions speak louder than words, that's why you quiet for You a rider, I know what you be riding on You on borrowed time like the fab five in the final four I am better than everybody that's out I can't be the one leaving anybody with doubts I ran the city with people that are clowns All of my people, I keep ‘em around All of my haters, I give ‘em a pound ‘Cause they sensitive, temperament, got me trying to censor this In the middle of criminals hoping to get a legitimate business in No minimum wage, nah they be giving them minimal sentences If they gonna live in a cage, well then they family gonna live better ergh My incentive is to keep my people wealthy Eating, organic, I keep my people healthy Leaking, Titanic, them freaky women love me Find out I'm up in art galleries up in Chelsea Ah, what the hell you mean I ain't nice? I'm lightning and striking twice, exciting as every vice I got you begging me for your life Until your knees looking like they from the Pa**ion of the Christ, right? Uptown, double bags, half price The same damn block that them D's pa** by Life a crap shoot, we rolling them stacked dice I don't need no last bar, we out