Goodfella - Watch Yo' Mouf lyrics

[Intro: GoodFella, (Moor), {Atticus}, & /CiNo/ ] (Hey young blood, I want to introduce you to my man Atticus), He's like Chris Rock from "The Longest Yard") Oh word? Caretaker? {Yo, what up bruh?} What's up my man, Viviani {I heard from this dude Moor you're cool people, low-key, not really look for no problems} Yeah, pretty much. But you know what? Trouble always finds me, man Anyway, who's that dude over there pumping iron? {Oh buddy, he swears he runs this sh** cause he got bodies, acting like nobody got bodies on 'em} Oh word? {Yo where you going?} Yo, yo, yo, hey! /Listen Motherf**er, around here you show some respect with fresh royalty cigs for me/ [Verse I] Only a pack of grits for your thoughts? I can pay your bail with what I think Southern boy, my Cuban links pull eighteen wheelers I'm heaven sent with a devil's grin, ain't none realer My tongue's an ill shank you still gone battle against me? Under sedatives I k** men in steel tanks, man! Hope the Lord forgives ya! I'm a rhyming aneurism so you know my brain going k** ya! Hold up! You think you hold weight? When you a bulimic b**h about to throw up! Your b**h just birthed twins, guess who bust both nuts? I left that coke s*ut wet like tsunami f**ing with Viviani that suicide with a Tommy You sweet and fake like Splenda I'll leave you bloody like Chucky, dismay in my agenda You Child's Play, Moor this n***a ain't a contender Slain in the trenches and any attempts to avenge him I'll render them worthless like Confederate tender Climatic in rising action, sh** I should rhyme with captions So stupid motherf**ers like you get my rhyming captured They say 'Dumb it down!' That's how the game goes You know what I tell them? Maaan [Hook] Watch Yo' Mouf Bruh! (2X) [Verse II: Viviani (Roscharch)] I'm a mercenary for the f**ing cash flow And if y'all barter cigs I'ma chain smoke n***a till I don't have lungs This the art of war, Sung! Snatch your rhyming business sh**, it cost to be the boss, let these words be the pension (Finish him, he in that fatality pose) Get over here, I warned you beware The machine gun funk flow My loud mouth expects that 2Pac gun blow Mix him, Tec, and Em, got yourself a Good gumbo Me shaking any your teammates wants to rumble? And sh** you definitely a player, with all these b**hes around you So sweet, taste the rainbow talking about you You s**, like the b**h in my grandma couch bruh! Dig yourself a ditch and make your last deed profound bruh! Before a piece meets your dome Your last regret is to test the scourge That conquered Julius Caesar's Rome And I'm gone! [Hook] Watch Yo' Mouf Bruh! (2X) [Verse III: Viviani] That f**er swung, I dodged and threw a punch Knocked him on the floor; clocked him in the jaw Soaked his uniform with blood Jabs and Uppercuts Below the gut “Who the f** you think you s**er punched?” Motherf**er know wa**up! He pushed me off him I'm about to hand this fool his coffin He about to slip and lose his conscience – Hold on! Everybody on the yard is gone, Everybody parted son! Like the roaches late at night When the guards rushed and broke the crazy fight Marinated with despise, the hate inside his eyes Did I win? Did I lose? That's up to you to decide Sent to the SHU, deprived of food for the first few nights Watch Yo' Mouf Bruh! [Outro: C.O.] Welcome to solitary, dumba**! Sweet dreams