Ludacris - Uncut Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain] Aye yo, weak minded b**hes fall victim because my charm's strong Jazzy pair of Louis on my feet, Shoey Armstrong Ma couldn't be my cheerleader with platinum pom-poms She the type to misrepresent a king like Lebron's mom Beating on my chest with a crown, King Kong Don Langston Hughes, I write a poem that do the Bible Psalms harm These other rappers want problems, then bring it on umm This rapping beef is nothing, my studio's an Islam farm And all cowards'll become victims of man Keep a 5th of Remy and a stick of piff in my hand Yeah they fly but I'm a pilot that no one can understand Plus the way I go ham'll make a m**m say 'Damn.' Hustle hard, trips to Miami for three days So I can meet with the connects and get the D. Wade Run up in the Gucci store and drop 3k You bum, I could get your whole outfit out of BJ's Lyrical scientist, leaving mics with psoriasis All this work that I'm sh**ting is Michael Myer's psychiatrist Pyrics suppliacist, who be lying stiff when the iron spits I come alone, just me and one 9 Johnny {Unitis} And let my b**h serenade through these slums And blow so much loud, I need a hearing aid For my lungs And as far as metaphors, rate this I was a snail til haters threw salt on me and I dissolved into greatness [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] What goes around comes around like a hula hoop Hair weave k**a, I'll show up to your funeral All this work, I need a cubicle Clear coat cuticle, different color diamonds like a Rubix Cube If this was New Edition, I'll be Bobby Brown Put the check over your head and call it Nike Town How could I be down, Free Boosie, wipe me down My credit card is black and proud I've been trapping since Rocsi had the ankles out I'm going to the money and I took the paper route Uh Yeh, I'm hood approved and I'm street tested You a nobody............ anorexic If you stay next to me, you're close to a blessing So, I'm guessin, I could get arrested - For aggravated flexing, with all this ice on My mic on, I apply pressure like a python And everybody know this that body flow, bench press, cardio They try to cramp a n***a style like a Charlie horse Yeh, they plot on you, and they drop on you I put a Glock to your eye and call it glaucoma Bow! From 30 nights of sipping dirty sprite I call this sh** Bluetooth because I don't need a mic, 2 Chainz... [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] I said "Please Stephen Hill, don't even put me in a cypher.' There's only one outcome when I get a little hyper You gonna start seeing n***as getting nervous with they shook a** Yop! Yop! Yop! Cause I'm merciless with the whoop a** Don't get shook now, what you sliding for Soon as you slide, you getting stuck like a n***a was sliding doors, Bing! A f**ing park in my coupe b**h I can come and run circles around you dudes like I'm stirring the soup Better move from out my way before you n***as get pushed down When these wack n***as spit you be hearing a 'shoosh' sound Not 'shoosh', when you wanna hear young n***as on their come-up But shoosh lil homie, SHHHHH-Shut the f** up! I see through n***as more then a little, your translucent You know I come for blood like n***a need a transfusion, bing! Listen good, I hope you hear me on these features Murk your face with dark and brown spots like brick oven pizzas You n***as make me wanna wrap my fingers round triggers I skin cliques and make leather jackets out of rap n***as Damn it! I crashed, planets like asteroids The witnesses be watching you be doing them foul boy I shrink n***as down to size, smaller then altoids And remain the reason the people be makin wild noise I bodybag you until I'm done with this sh** And tell the truth, I'm at the point, I'm having fun with this sh** Making families really looking, and somebody's really checking We left him laying stiff in the frozen meat section Im on my pinky ring floss b**hes be callin me cat-daddy, when they want to speak to the boss Whips matching the rubix cube color So many rings on both of my fingers, now they calling me Ring-A-Ling brothers Spit venom to the people's enjoyment Squeeze n***as til their head pop, have these n***as leaking like ointment, bing! What the fire be sparking Have you laying next to your man like both them n***as parrellel parking Wanna act tough, hope you n***as know what you starting WOOF! You got a dog, or is it a barrel we barking They got a god, pull a threat with these bars Got chicks from here to Morroco, skin color Hennesy bronze If you dudes really thinking your low key Closest you really would get to shining is when your shining my trophies Fortunate for you dudes, I'm knowing your whole steez n***as front and do nothing, babble and blow weed When I see dollar Green money tint, Mark Jacobs leather suit Strutting motherf**er, my money sick Rènado Slim money, we famous now Money freaking so long, dude got a crib on Uran*s now You really need to f** with me to fall back Or I'll skin you n***as, lay you out just like a leapord skin format now If you ain't knowing how I'm handling n***as now I ain't fighting no more, I stuff animal n***as now, gone [Verse 4: Ludacris] Yeah, slow it down real quick I want them to understand every word (Beat slows down) Slow it down if you moving too fast Any rapper talk slick I'll Tami Roman his a** Smackdown vs RAW, lets battle to the d**h Or whoever wants to see more bars then DMX Parents mad cause I cuss at times Or is it cause I keep a spliff like Busta Rhymes If you mention MCs, Luda's in the best of em I'm a stay hard til I die like Hugh Hefner Magnum sponsored, I'm longer then a marathon Call me Mega like the head of the decepticons In my prime like Optimus, rock to this Chain Hungover like Zach Galifianakis They say Luda's in the movies, why he rapping still Cause I need more jaguars then Jacksonville More bills than Buffalo from my flow And more blue jays then Toronto Ludacris I made soccer moms rap Albums, I drop 8 like Octomom's snatch Hardly clubbing when I do I be flexing I be in the cut, that's a Luda C-Section Yall get your strings pulled, im the orchestrator Cause I got it made like Arnold Schwarzenegger Get it, I'll terminate a super-duper man k** yourself if you ain't no damn Luda fan