Feat. Kendrick Lamar, MURS, Warren G
[Warren G]
9th Wonder, Warren G
It's cla**ic y'all
Yeah, give respect to the trigger finger
I've been pushed that line since grade school, a fool
Since I touched down, b**hes they want to f** now
But can't get it, she got a** with her nose like... Pippen
My pimping, it ain't never scared
Got real estate over there and hustle over here
Dare a n***a try to take it, he gon' fake it till he make it
Shorty break 'em like a bracelet, that's real talk
Yeah, don't you snitch if you get caught
You already know if you do then you dead
And now n***as in the hood trading kush for your baby mama throat
But s** it up b**h, deal with it
Huh, ain't no glitch in my computer
Banging beats for the Gouda, paper plains, no hookahs
Yeah, I'm driver and the shooter and the taxi
I dare you motherf**ers get at me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I dare you motherf**ers get at me, yeah
[MURS]
See I grew up with the blue team before there was a Ustream
Seen a lot of n***as knocked out over shoe strings
Rhyming on these beats since the nineties, I'm a factor
Here with this career until I'm in the hereafter
Cla**ic with this mic like Mike when he was blacker
And you? You remind me of me when I was wacker
I read lines and bring drama like an actor
But I'm so Hollywood that you would think that I'm a rapper
You think I got it backwards? It really doesn't matter
Producer meets the rapper, he's the former, I'm the latter
Spacing out these bars so you n***as can climb on
I'm proof that you can still make loot and keep your rhymes strong
Burn out the industry as hot as my performance
Be the mainstream dream meets the nightmare of normalcy
The anti of everything cool
Still most likely to succeed cause there ain't no rules, yeah
[Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, my n***a we out chere, photo cutla**
Another known for your luggage, don't trip
You fabricate to the public, we don't believe sh**, believe it or not
Call your bluff, then leave your a** with knots
The juggernaut is in your rectum, call Pac and resurrect him
I'm sure to cause a spectrum, especially when my mental telepathy
Start to F 'em, A.K.A. f** 'em
A.K.A. nothing's in my way once I start b-b-bucking, f** up your function
And your house party, my life surely about fortune and vice
If the Feds caught me I tread softly, judge toss me life
And your high-tops and my posse came to properly fight
Everyone's watching alright? If you're not watching me, lie
Still my big cousin a kite
Got my sh** buzzing when sh** wasn't a doorbell, an insect or a light year in sight
Amen, now won't you be a man and pay respects
Enjoy as we progress, destroy your baby steps
Son {*8X*}