Doe B - Half Time lyrics

[Intro: DJ Scream] As long as DJ Scream right here As long as Bigga Rankin right here Frank White The whole world needs to know Doe B gon' live forever [Verse 1: Doe B] Hey I'm talkin' half time H-Town, half a brick sh*t Remix, in the drought Get you rich sh*t Who got it? They got it, we yellin' That hit a lick sh*t Show a monkey a** n*gga How a banana splits sh*t Fifty rounds, hundred rounds That's that drum sh*t Band practice F*ck around and get your dome hit By starin' at me I'm paranoid like I'm on it Sold so many bricks, I f*ck around And make your home flip Real estate F*ck where you're from, I'm from a realer state Fish fillet, fish scale Boy, that's k**er yay Weigh your white Then pull up on you with a pillowcase And sell you some You getting' money, n***a tell me something [Interlude: Doe B] Hey, ya'll n*ggas gettin' money out there or what n*gga? (N*ggas not gettin' no money, man) Huh? Let me know somethin', boy (I don't believe these n*ggas, brah) Hey, I see you n*ggas (Real talk!) Hahaha! You seem on sh*t for real though, n*gga (for real!) On Ma! [Verse 2: Doe B] I'm talkin' Circle K Been straight, n*gga Court Street Irene, sour Dees, n*gga O.G Shop with me All the real n*ggas know me They f*ck with me Ask about me, boy I got the streets Stupid clientele got my name ringin' bells Got a Cali plug for real Say the word, he's breakin' bails I got birds, I got squares Pull up on ya with some sh*t Get caught with this, you gettin' an L If you're scared, say you're scared Every night I say my prayers Cross my heart, hope they don't tell If you catch the wrong cell You might end up in a cell Cocaine paraphernal' Get your a** some long years B*tch n*ggas never graduated Get more money than a mil B*tch it's trap life! What you n*ggas know about it? Yea, act like it These n*ggas ain't ‘bout no violence Talkin' ‘bout them k**ers These n*ggas ain't catchin' no bodies Boy, you get your issue I ain't talkin' magazines either A hundred pages I ain't talkin' magazines neither That AK sh*t Everything we tote illegal That mayday sh*t Let's call it quits, these n*ggas evil Cold turkey I'll turn this b*tch to Thanksgiving Back with no mercy Hot sh*t straight out the kitchen Let it burn like Hershel And that choppa got rhythm It don't skip a beat You laid up in a hospital ‘Till your sh*t go bee-eee-p F*ck n*gga, trick or treat! In your house with the mask Like it's time to eat Come on hurry with them bags My lil' n*ggas starvin' And they're preyin' on a body With no holy water God damn, these n*ggas violent (sh*t!) [Outro: Doe B] Yea Come up off that, my n*gga (Let me get that) We have to take what's ours, n*gga (huh?) So whoever says they've got the street (who got the streets, n*gga?) You know what I mean? You need that, right now, A.S.A.P., n*gga (pronto!) See me on television getting' money, n*gga This sh*t right here (haha!) They ain't gon' like this sh*t (On my life?), n*gga Hey!