Loaded Lux - Transcribed lyrics

[Loaded Lux] I think every rapper frail b**h n***as, run with a union of Gabrielles Switch hitter, perm in his braids, flashy nails, fightin'... Most you went around was a carousel, but you like 'em Yell... I wanna hear where the hate was. Just remind me why I don't trade hugs with fake thugs, that ain't love You got a business of n***as that take d** And why every time you get money you pay stubs, huh? I bring viewers. Even if they pick you first Say there's no way you losin', most we'll do is split a verse I say the longer they stay tuned in, they'll predict the worst… But doesn't Popeye take Brutus? Well, he had to get to the spinach first. Watch me work Who's buzzin? They're nothing, they're loud flies I'll swat 'em out, I'm a slaughterhouse full of cowhide You put nothing in a box but biscuits and hot fries Your son' gon see chicken when he look in his pop eyes I'm enraged… They brought shade, lemonade, lawn chairs I'm launch clears, pin grenades, bomb scares They want a battle, they thought he took the date down wrong You're just smart enough to know "Hey, I fix cars… I don't break down bombs" And I'm on, sh**'s comedy, don't mind me. I'm an Eddie Murphy movie, you'll never roll n***a, I'll play everybody But he don't know I snap out in rap bouts? I take a sh** the only way you coming back out To have doubts is senseless, especially if we're bettin' He'll be an outgoing message; scentless They say them Harlem boys Pretty Boy Floyd with the hand action. Thorough, borrough, bread, but I ain't ya man, Hatton Every bar, he go hard, my cannon crackin' Now look at the Cannon crackin' And NY might be, the streets cold The closest you been to brisk was some fine ICE tea He know, the lesson's a syllable, try, you'll see Go home, look in the mirror, say "When it comes to gangsta there's no I in Gee Now break that down, look what you do for fans They told the boy he was a soldier And now he think he's Superman And you finna get your cape stuck in the sky like shoes He don't wanna straighten up and fly right The 9 rights and n***as I'm bred with He think he's ill, I'ma show em he's bedsick Nah you ain't slippin', my n***a, your leg slipped Where in the f** is you getting the competition at? Craigslist He can act like he a threat cause he can rap to a ca**ette I'll send my skanks to run up in banks, track a n***a's check I'll match whoever bet, he can patch in a cadet He can snatch whoever, they can snap together like barrettes b**hes, ya'll all timid, no poking his frame Look leaky, crack in his tank, coke in his veins I bet that n***a broke where he hang. Judging by his weight he probably be holding doors open for change This is big dog sh**, lil n***a, I don't rate with runts How I do, not in my crew... ain't no space for lunch Jail is full of n***as like you, I don't take in punks They get interrogated, fill their head with cases, wait a month Walls closing in on that n***a, now he pray with monks He gon run outta space Then come out his face like razor bumps Worst to come, he was the only guy arrested, racing drunk They tore the car inside out, never made the gun It was fear, scared thinking of years he might play the bunk sh**... for George Washington, n***a, he was only facin' one I'ma make your home a grave For ever thinking you can hold a stage With a pirhana when you're synonymous with a float parade All this means is, we both war machines, but you older grade Golden Age, one advance and I'ma feel his growing pains I'ma take his throat and shave it close with his shoulder blades Oh behave, I grope the cage, go in raids Rhyme and every spine I make line up straight like rollerblades Stand for Lux, I'm national, TV, name cover fliers You ever see him in a tube? He's probably rubbing tires It's always them nothing a** n***as, trouble find ya My sh** together, rub sticks together You look like you discovered fire…I'm a rider