Horseshoe Gang - MMV12 Outro lyrics

[Hook: Demetrius] Ay, ay, ay; Ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay; Ay, ay, ay If you ain't heard sh** about us You better learn sh** about us Ay, ay, ay; Ay, ay, ay When the women and gentlemen get to trembling the minute The villain is feelin' adrenaline that's when I k** em like Ay, ay, ay; Ay, ay, ay If you don't know 'bout the Shoes You better go check the views Ay, ay, ay; Ay, ay, ay [Verse 1: Kenny] Murderous verses makin' you n***as nervous on purpose You n***as gettin' served like a purpose You never heard, of my herd, oh word? Neither will you hear a word from my herd when we lurkin' To be filthy, I'mma do dirt, that's for certain And won't find a job; no 9-to-5 workin' Just had it to hurt for the purse, put the work in Keep my hands clean like an emergency surgeon Yeah, yeah, one of a kind truly Givin' sight to the eyes of those who blind to me If a n***a not feelin' my rhymes, that's fine to me I've had veterans see me and recite my lines to me So I don't give a f** if one person on a post hatin' I don't give a f** if everybody with a pulse hatin' I'mma keep spittin' just as long as my heart is pulsatin' And give it to everybody - my version of donatin' The flow's blazin', even hot enough to roast Satan And the beat? I'mma fo' sho' rape it 'til my throat's achin' Until I get an ovation from the whole nation Until the day the globe stays and it stop rotatin' Really I'm confused and a bit amused That you n***as never mention Shoes in your interviews I'm startin' to think that it's because we the sickest crew And you n***as don't want the world to be introduced to this flu When we see you, you a**'d out like you in the nude n***as need to purchase a board game - get a clue It's really true, I'm k**in' n***as when in the booth Inside of a pit, I'll put a fool who's pitiful When will they learn, no other crew's like ours Read comments, our fans are diehard Search "Horseshoe Gang", we mastered the rhyme art On HipHopDX, we made a nice mark 2DopeBoyz, Pandora, iHeart Check Spotify or Amazon, we quite hard Go to iTunes or Worldstar for tight bars Check DatPiff, the mixtapes are 5-star [Bridge: Kenny] Women and gentlemen get to tremblin' the minute The villain is in this b**h it's K-E-double-N Y-Ay-Ay, f** with him Why-Ay-Ay, f** it then [Hook] [Verse 2: Dice] n***as be like, "Who's that? I heard screams" You be on News Channel 13 The minute I get the k**in' feelin' consider it the Equivalent of the minute Bruce Banner turn green Never have you had a worse dream I'm a nightmare, I know you quite scared You might not see a n***a, might not hear a n***a But you feel a n***a cuz I'm right there, I'm like air Like yeah, leavin' all y'all scarred All I really wanna do is cause y'all harm Got a Sawed-Off firearm, I call it my Sawed-Off Arm Leave a n***a with a sawed-off arm You really pretendin' to be tough to get all y'all hard Cuz you hired an armed guard but I find ya Catch every one of your security guards and off 'em That's how I caught y'all off guard Every n***a in the Circle of Bosses Is certainly heartless, we a circle of marksmen If you f** with us, then you finna pay a big price Better hope you got enough money to purchase a coffin Murder, murder, murder, I'mma murder em all With the larkin', be cautious or get murdered regardless 9 millimeter finna peel a motherf**er's top off Turn em into a convertible carca** Nah, we ain't f**in' with you industry s**as We don't need none of your beats whenever we gutta Once you see me and my n***as, we give you the same feelin' When you seen S-N-double-O-P on Deep Cover This Long Beach f**er, squeezin' on my chrome piece Know what I mean when I say I'm a piece-lover Reach under my white tee I got more lethal weapons under my belt than D. Glover [Hook] [Verse 3: Julius] Y'all know that: Women and gentlemen get to tremblin' The minute the villain is feelin' adrenaline and if you a Polygamist, then every one of your women finna be tremblin' Since this millennium beginnin' we been k**in' n***as With the pen and we been k**in' n***as when we get on Instrumentals we defendin' the SSUTT-SSUTT religion Now witness my enemies get pissed You n***as is b**h-es, then put on my hit list I'm k**in' your mis-tress, and them illegitimate children k**in' every individual that lives in the buildin' When I enter the door man, I'm k**in' the doorman Nothin' but a maleficent belligerent villain We took a page from the booklet of KXNG CROOKED Givin' the industry a lot of free music, look where we took it This industry is like a disobedient b**h But me and my team keep puttin': Foot in her a**, until she yells "Uncle" It's kinda like I'm a n***a that's givin' my niece whoopin's k**in' this beat, my 9-to-5 is homicide Hire a private eye, give a f** if Police lookin', y'all overlook us still Us ghetto boys come up short, n***a Bushwick Bill Labels should check for us, we shouldn't look for deals Put money on the Shoes, n***a foot the bill Talk sh** 'til we sell platinum We reckless, no seat-belts fastened I wouldn't give two F's if I was tryin' to spell "traffic" You f*ggot rappers finna get held captive If you consider your wife your better half, she better have: The ransom or - I'mma split your head in half Then mail her whichever half is the better half It ain't funny, but I bet I laugh [Hook] [Verse 4: Demetrius] We Slaughterhouse dyin' of starvation; N.W.A the reincarnation But I'm guessin' these record labels are deaf Or these record labels are gayer than an*l s** Cause they have yet to pay respect to the way that we flex But maybe it's because we rated X and we talk about wavin' Tecs They ain't checkin' for the best n***as that haven't made it yet We filet your flesh like a bayonet, rhymes is bar raisin' I been in this industry literally twenty percent of a century So you instantly need to be listin' me As the fifth emcee on the list of the sickest in history Mention me with Eminem and that n***a that invented me: Crooked, look at what Pac and Jigga did to me Remember me for k**in' enemies lyrically Without a pen in reach, but they probably won't give sh** to me Because I ain't never went platinum but that don't mean sh** to me ... Kenny can make songs Equal to Drake songs, even a Jay song That n***a Julius flow deeper than J. Cole Dice is way closer to 50 than Dre knows But the radio keep playin' the same songs Either it's Trey Songz or a Juicy J song If the radio don't put some Shoes on, they finna get moved on Open and shut case, that's a brief case closed Guilty on all counts Of being the hardest artists out, that's all that counts By all accounts, mention us with Slaughterhouse And TDE, BET is who I'm callin out We more nicer than them rappers on award cyphers Spendin' more time with these bars than 4-lifers Board a prison ward and get your sh** in order Before you n***as begin to get in a war with the four snipers I'm now trippin', pushin' beef like cow tippin' I'll flip it, a hundred round grippin' I'm switchin' to OneShot deal, it's still a hundred thou given But it's for whoever wanna battle the motherf**in' ruggedest Southern Cal villains, come in your town illin' Huntin' down the underground king and leave him with his Motherf**in' crown missin', I come down sh**tin' Until we on top, no f**s found given [Hook]