Horseshoe Gang - Watch Ya Mouth lyrics

[Intro: Julius Luciano] Yo, we got Day One on the track… This is real sh**… Watch Ya Mouth! [Verse 1: Julius Luciano] n***as see the tool and ask why chrome is on me Cause I mimic number two and Y chromosome, see I was only twelve when my older brother Matt Had me holdin' on a strap, told me how to load it well and I ain't known to fail man, never put Perish in my name In the same sentence, I ain't Tony Shelman I'm a Gangsta MC, wear Glocks in the booth The heir to Pac is my crew The West Coast is drowning, no pair of goggles to view The game need a Crooked I (eye) to see straight, homie that's the paradox of the truth Then give it gla**es, put shoes on it Make ya dynamic, homie improve on it The West need our flow Tell me whats West without WE-and-S-T-R-O Test me y'all know them choppas out You better watch ya mouth You better watch ya mouth [Hook: Julius Luciano] My n***as don't bang no gang (We bout money!) But my n***as don't play no games (Ain't sh** funny!) And my n***as will spray those thangs (What?!) Better watch ya mouth You better watch ya mouth On the search M-O-N-E (Y!) Cause its called the Currency-Over-B (The COB!) Never speak on my team (What?!) Better watch ya mouth You better watch ya mouth [Verse 2: Demetrius Capone] Ayo we ride til he die, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la I'm a mothaf**in' mobsta, rah-rah-rah Got the mothaf**in' Glock and the semi For any n***a trynna slow my guap up f** that, all you old cats trynna stop us Duck fast, n***a brrraaht til the cops come See it's a ma**acre, brains splattered the pa**enger n***a now your thoughts ridin' shotgun Internet k**ed the video star, now we Digital stars, chillin' wit broads in Maui Whippin' in cars, n***as is dippin' in Audis We finna go hard and finna bogard in Cali Do what the hook talking bout Before I knock ya Cycloptic, how? I sock ya right socket, 'til ya optic poppin' out And hangin' in front of ya face, watch ya mouth [Hook] [Verse 3: Kenny Siegel] You better watch your step, you better rock a vest You better hide, better slide, better cop a tech And haters better be cautious when in this state of mine And lay with nines I ride with in this state of mind If you pop off, then its gon' pop off n***as'll give it up as if they Times Square Robot, take my top off and blow your top off Fold a mothaf**a like a lawn chair Now tell me why these n***as all up in our biz like shrinks Why pigs want us sittin' in the pen like ink Should treat em like a mattress and have em covered with white sheets Quicker than some lens might blink Ain't got time to lay, sleep, not even daydream I gotta make cream, cause I'm a cake fiend Just like recoverin' addicts, I gotta stay clean Above y'all like attics, the top regime [Hook](x2)