[Hook] (8X)
It's all that I know
[Verse 1: Mystikal]
sh**, what I do?
The b**hes shuffle to the front when I come
Clap your hand & stomp your foot to the rhyme cougar
Roll the die hit the blunt
Listen to the rhythm of the rapper, a** whooper
I click-clack like a gat, spitter
Broke up with my rap, but I'm back with her
Don't f** with my greens or
You don't want the Hulk to get mad n***a?!
n***a, n***a, with a motherf**ing man right here
n***a n***a put his foot in your sh**, or
Make a n***a slap in your a**, kisser
Let that n***a do the little song
Write it to the music, feel it work it
Soon as Trae e-mail me the beat
I'mma take it to the booth and I'mma k** it, murk it
Curse it, bless it, church it, cash it, change it, purse it
Tell them n***as that I'm back on the block
And I got them k**er verses
Tell 'em to sell 'em the one for ten
I'd let them go, two for five
Either way, I'mma get that ten
Or you want none of these rhymes
Long as I murder these shows and hurdle these hoes
Shorty don't go and I don't have to be working that lows
I rock j**elry that glows with a rap name, twenty years old
sh**, what else can I say? f**, that's all that I know!
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[Verse 2: Trae]
I am the street king, took a minute to lock sh**
My image is a gun play, you ain't gon' block sh**
Overdose in my hand, tell 'em I can't feel 'em
Diamonds all over my fingers, that be on Ciroc sh**
I been livin' all player, ever since sh** off
Haters on my dick, like women, they'd better get off
You can find me in the gutter, scared of heights
Sitting on a couple of mil, money tall I'm trying to get off
Clique like brothers, tell 'em to give 'em the blues
Recievin' the call of competition I won't lose
I'm a fool, when I lace these shoes with these tools
Leavin' n******gs abused, of something off in the crew
Speakin' of crews, tell me what's on that new
Used to kick it one thing, now hoes come in the two's
When I'm finna black murder, should have been on the news
Shoot 'em in they face, and leave 'em with no clues
Go up to the boulevard walkin' in all gla**
Tell the bank-teller person I'll count it in all cash
Everybody be talkin' but I'mma pull up and show 'em somethin'
And go to wreckin' sh** like I been in a bad crash
In the hood, I'm access for real
Ask Eazy, he'll tell you that I was Trill
Million dollar mouthpiece, one hell of a grill
I thug Universal, don't sweat it I got a deal
Anybody wanna' run up I'll tell 'em I'm in this b**h
If a hater got a problem I'm probably up in his b**h
You all want truth, you gon' find him up in a ditch
I'll bang his a** up like tracks when I'm makin' hits
You can tell 'em I'm sick, rare form of cancer
I am the truth, I guarantee you the answer
Anybody who lookin' tell 'em to look no more
If I don't get the proper respect, I'm kickin' they door
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[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I be in the corner with the b**hes
Off in the club I be grantin' many wishes
All the haters be super suspicious
As to why they sniffin' I make super digits
Makin' beautiful music and then a bita'
Aphrodisiac to get b**hes to swoon
But I catch 'em quick with these incredible tunes
Me stickin' poon will be inevitable soon
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I'll be laughin' at these busters
Think they smashin' and we s**ers
But we blastin' at these f**ers
Trippin' over colours you n***as you gotta love us
No matter the set I'mma get up and rip 'em into pieces
He's beneath me and needs to be treated
Like a fleet with a beast and believe he's heated
Because of my talent they mad
And I'm never gonna challenge their a**
Cause my balance for nada pay cash
You s**ers down there but my wallet's ain't bad
Motherf**er like Sam-U-el L
You perpetrators I'mma damn you to hell
Your b**hes love to hear this animal yell
Try to beat me, understand you will fail
In control of all of my dough
Now it's off to the mall I go
You the money really tall I show
If you really wanna brawl I know
That you n***as gonna fall to my toes
I be k**in' all of y'all when I blow
Cause a n***a comin' raw when I flow is all that I know
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