TEC BEATZ - Intro (BHP 2: NAACP) lyrics

I heard some n***as thinking ‘bout attacking me I keep some cats with me that turn to k**ers for your majesty Semi-automatic, let a n***a have it Like he asked to borrow it, and he ain't never give it back to me The audacity, I pull out like a cavity Since a snaggle-teeth little boy full of agony Like the slave owner's gun, I'm a masterpiece I treat my shawty like a boom-box that's full of batteries It's blasphemy to stand here and rap about my salary This is for the working cla** people at them factories Stone Mountain n***a, Ivy State is my academy And I used to go to church up the street from [Macathy?] But I swear the street life will captivate a n***a How you weighin' work on your calculator, n***a? I swear I've had so many yellow b**hes If you put ‘em in a room look like the Packers played the Steelers Ya'll hate a n***a more than what these crackers hate a n***a Ya'll just waiting for the perfect time to a**a**inate a n***a Meet me in the jungle, better have an alligator with you If it's cow then this 40 cal will calibrate a n***a, huuh? Speeding through the night like it's Talladega, n***a A thousand pounds of mid came in on the tractor trailer with her Duffel bag full of money ‘cause you gotta pay the dealer I done seen it all and I ain't have to touch a milli- Gram of the yams, going H.A.M. on a canvas Say that I'm the realeast, I just say I am what I am Flow like water, give a damn ‘bout a dam If I see the cops, n***a like Cam I'm ‘a scram ‘Cause you want to get peanut bu*ter and jam when you jam Section eight and some food stamps for your fam You can't study for this test, you can't cheat on life's exam When you good wit' your sheep, man no need to buy a Lamb, n***a