King Syze - Sigel lyrics

[Verse 1: Reef The Lost Cauze] I'ma teach these weasels how to rhyme Grimy Philly sh**, Bean' Sigel in '99 Come correct, show respect and catch a throat shot That sh** won't sell, you won't make it to the boat dock You f** around and get cold clocked What is the key to success matter when dealing with a broke lock? Don't speak when you know not I'm on the road to riches but for some reason the road block That's why I sold rocks, I got mad proof People with the gla** roof the first one to throw rocks Watch it shatter your brains, watch is splatter Ain't sh** changed, I'm the same just a little fatter Don't give a f** about my stomach widening Guys want it but then I come to them and they get to run and hiding Caged in cars, ducking and screaming It's the A.O.T.P., don't give a f** who your team is Believe it [Hook: Reef The Lost Cauze] {x2} You n***as acting like you will but we know you won't What's worse, the devil you know or the one you don't? I say "nevaeh" I make you believer I don't do a lot of talking I speak with the heater The heater [Verse 2: King Syze] We the mic brasher Spitting hypnotical ga**es Diabolical madness, astronomical hammers Wordplay's bananas The mic is God help me I rock on a stone stage all over Philadelphi' Y'all pathetic, taking selfies with your sorry The only place you rock is the corner store deli And I ain't mad at you On the real it's laughable We shine too bright, no light can contract in you Here's a fair warning and y'all better behave What I write on the page is my life on the stage And I'm here to stay on the real I ain't never leaving Long as I'm living and breathing, I'ma be a spitting heathen I'm getting even when I'm playing the odds When I'm creating these bars, more like breaking the law Catch a contact every time we lighting a verse Wanna f** with Reef? Better be ready to fight me first [Hook] [Verse 3: Reef The Lost Cauze] Ayo, beef don't hype it Get beat with night sticks I Rock The Casbah, Sharif don't like it Feet, don't wipe it On my welcome mat Find me posted, getting roasted where the l's is at I heard your album my n***a, what the hell is that? When I was done listening, felt like I went to Hell and back I'm the past, the present, the future I'll f** up every n***a in here, I'm Riley Cooper [King Syze] This is pure hip hop made with organic ingredients What you spit is meaningless, n***as is not feeling it Us on the other hand, we stay at it We in our own league, we the reason in the bracket Y'all just N.I.T., can't play with big dogs We fighting but lock jaw, we ready to rock y'all The top's spot gone ain't no getting it back We Vanderbilt company, we owning these tracks It's like... [Hook]