[Intro: Cedric the Entertainer]
n***a I'll k** ya, I'll chop ya up
Put you inside the mattress like drug money, n***a
[Verse] (00:15)
Man, who's talkin'?/
Fisticuffs, no fist-pumpin'/
Have ya body in them waters/
Only time I mention them Jersey shores/
Click-clack, stand back, I don't condone violence/
But I'll stretch a n***a out, meaning gurney-wise/
Wise up, get'cha cake up and wake up/
Beast Coast, 9th Wonder; wipe off the make-up/
'Cuz you've been made-up like the 9/11 bombings/
9-1-1, ever wonder who you're really calling?/
#TrillaGang cuzz-blood, whatever you claim/
It's all black over here, #BlackTrillaGang/
The Huey P. Newton and George Jackson of rappin'/
See what happened is they let the young thugs in/
Now they got bandanas and guns, they young thuggin'/
Which in turn then had Rap's whole sh** backwards/
Rap to y'all is just "Really Acting & Pretending"/
'Cuz all this rappin' heard now is exactly what's given/
Everybody's a trapper but can't distinguish an 'O' from a zone/
Main ones snitchin' when told to get off the phone/
What the f** are you on?? Ritalin or Molly?/
Something's gone wrong, you look like a f**in' Collie/
Everybody out this b**h say they catch bodies/
But never held a gun, all they had was their dollies/
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