Focus... - Klansmen lyrics

[Intro: Bishop Lamont talking] Good lookin' Focus. I'm gonna make this masterpiece theater You got me Drop? I know you tapin' So anyway, welcome ladies and gentlemen b**hes and b**h a** n***as and b**h a** b**hes. Haha I know n***as been wonderin' what's been goin' on and sh** So, I'm just gonna put you up on some things Since I got the deal and what's been goin' on and sh** You know what I mean? I've been seeing so much been hearing so much I'm just gonna go address some of this Take this adventure with me. Buckle up! [Verse 1] I swear to God almost every f**in' day Another fake a** n***a talk up to me, guess what he say? "Hey Bishop. How's it feel to work with Dr. Dre?" I reply, "Hey f*ggot how's it feel to be gay?" Now beat it b**h, go blow a dick, get out of my face For the thousandth f**in' time that ain't me on Myspace I ain't got no time for no Internet surfin' n***a I'm workin' Wanna ask me somethin' Better tell me in person f** that page I put that sh** to an end Just cause you put your picture on there, we ain't friends Warren my n***a Crooked my n***a Taje my n***a Mike A my n***a Dae One my n***a f** You get the point You friends with Chevy, not me Speakin' of producers Some of these b**h Used to front now they all on my dick [Hook] Hell, you might as well Cut up your bed sheets Cut holes in the pillow case Put it on and hit the streets Or burn a cross by my church God damn b**h n***as I didn't know you was some Klan members Hell, you might as well Wear a swastika Cut your hair, go bald, become a skin head Sell some Snapple get a rope and go hang a n***a Hatin' sons of b**hes Y'all some Klan members [Verse 2] A lot of singers wanna rap now You didn't stop me, n***a shot me in my back like bloaw Baby boy I wasn't playin' no games I really trusted ya, had love for ya, now I'm Ving Rhames My n***a Russell know, so I ain't trippin' yo Plus Poppa Black put me up on Game long time ago Guerrilla Black, he and me go way back So all that whisperin' to him 'bout me, you can save that Divide and conquer that's older than Contra We family, so b**h here's a word from our sponsor Weeee k**er b**h get your mind right b**h get your rhymes tight I see haters are plenty In the beginning I was mine But hindsight is 20/20 Gossipin' b**hes Y'all better gang way And stop callin' me 'bout what you heard Game say [Hook] [Verse 3] If I don't like you, I don't like you I guarantee if that's how I'm feelin', you gave me every right to Cause ordinarily I'm a cool a** dude Ask any real n***a round, he'll tell you the truth And nothin' but the truth like my n***a Young Dre G. Malone, Mystro, E. Whyte and Malay Big Wide, Jack Bomb, Chuck Taylor, Strong Arm Wide Beat, Camo, Pr1me, the list goes on and on Alright, enough of that, let's get back to the song Sticks and stones break bones but clown dances never hurt me Listen I ain't trippin' off dude If I had a real problem I would have came and seen you Homie Come on, let's think back Power 106, nothin' but love, I gave you dap You was low key dissin' me, what the f** is that? But I ain't mad I still like how you rap [Hook] [Outro: Bishop talking] Church. Had to testify to the truth. The truth and nothin' but n***as comin' sideways at me. If it's really a problem, it's a problem Holla at me man. But I forgive you. Amen