Ace Hood - 2011 Bet Cypher Chris Brown and Friends lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown] Welcome to the cypher Myself, K-mac, Ace Hood, Tyga It's the cypher, let's go [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Moment of silence for this beat that I'm about to k** And all you rappers signed a suicidal deal No hard feelings pimping, it's what authentic is Month old denims thirty grand in the steel Sleeping on me I put gas in your Nyquil Getting money while your pockets on the diet pill Flow knock 'em cold out like Benadryl Glock cold fourteen, call it Emmett Till Yeah billionaire it's a state of mind Thats the Rollie on thankful for these good times Michael Corleone back when he was in his prime That's how I'm feeling while I'm f**ing my new Spanish dime Damn, and you can tell I'm on another level He think he better then I? He get the J letter Yeah jumped in jack be a trend setter You lookin' at the best how you doing, it's a pleasure [Verse 2: Kevin McCall] I'm at the top like high note k**ing for survival Jeffery Dahmer - I'ma slaughter every beat that I'm on Ya'll was sleeping on me so I had to turn the lights on My pockets swollen, I should put some ice on Shout to Breezy coulda never did this sh** alone Like potty training, coulda never did this sh** alone If we ain't the best to do this then this sh** was wrong Sicker than HIV I guess that mean I'm full-blown And of course I'm speaking metaphorically Living Fantastic I wonder if there's Four of me This is just a sample so if you want more of me You have to rewind time unless the microphone recording me K-Mac rhyming on the payback, the truth will set you free so I'ma testify and say that Balling like a preacher catch me rolling in my Maybach Shining cause I blew myself up, Arab [Verse 3: Tyga] Look at me now, my dogs said we gon' be rich one day But I'm Anfernee, I did things the Hardaway Easy Bake, fast cake Rearrange your vertebra Try like a murder case, you gon' need ice gates Thin ice, I be icier than a winter lake Oh you, copied my swag, well you a little late Prolly make more when I'm gone, Mike J Smooth Criminal, sweet ba** I call it Shawtay Why you staring so long, what your eyes gay Money talk so I just walk and let it translate You ain't f**ing with me I don't fornicate I just let her taste-test than I let my kids chase Young Money Cash Money dollars, big face So when you talk new rappers don't compare me I'ma last king we don't talk rappers if it ain't YMCMB [Verse 4: Chris Brown] They said I was down for the count let's make them eat they words And if it's beef well sweet I make them bite the curb This probation got me walking on the straight and narrow I'm takin' shots in the club just likes it's double barrel Come on live through what I been through This media so f**ed up that's why I don't do no interviews And I ain't gotta break sh** but I bend the rules I skateboard kick-flip right in my pool With two hundred model chicks super getting loose They just wanna big dick did I say that, oops Ha, oh my, oh my where's my manners Pardon me for this grammar, this Virginia country grammar Going nuts like some Planter's, and my chain feel like an anchor When I told you to use your head but I ain't want you to be no thinker Fresher than a mothaf**a yeah you got yo stank up Yeah swallow your pride, yeah go head and drank up