Mixla Beats - Reply or Die lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Boy H] They got me trippin', the Bloodline Harmony s**in' off of their pops' fame and earning money Don't understand how Bone came to be through Eazy-E I show them my talent they ask for 3 Grand, s** on these What if Eazy had your daddies pay up front There won't be any Bone, they gon' still be selling blunts On the streets of Cleveland, East 99, and St. Clair There won't be love for the money No thuggish ruggish, no blair I'm in high school you want me to pay 3 grand? Listen to me first I'm a hustler I ain't some boy band I got flow like Krayzie and I got lyrics like Bizzy And yet you don't realize what it is that you are missing There's something wrong with you STIG Cuz I'm the best I'm the king You won't be sh** without your parents' fame And outta the game I got huge respect for yo pops They were nothing but inspiration, and busting chops I loved 'em since the faces of d**h to the third world war The best was money money, they now stopped no more It's a shame that we're stuck with sh** like, Drake A$AP If it were up to me, I woulda' shot 'em in the cap We gotta bring back the game and trash the new sh** Gotta get Dre back in the game and rap, and take a hit U gon' be sweepin' the streets, fakin' the beats, beatin' ur meat, and takin' a seat And watchin' me rap, and havin' a clap, and scrappin' your raps, and fillin' the gaps [Verse 2: Big Boy H] Yeah you heard me, you didn't wanna hear what I had You don't know what it feels like to have what it takes, go ask Your dads I've been writing day night, been distracted from school Gettin' in the game, spittin' dope, and drowning into this pool Of sorrow And rejection I can't take it no more Gotta give you a piece of my mind, n***a you started the war Now don't chicken out and face me up front, you better fight it I don't think you got a chance, even though it's 1 on 5 It's handicapped, but all I really need is my mind And not 4 others that help me write my lyrics so they rhyme I'm a one man army all against you five You better grab the toughest armor and go hide in your hive Cuz once i start spitting, i don't stop Until the opposition's on the floor, s** my co*k You brought it on yourself, you slept on this opportunity You turned me down, Oh what could have been the possibility Now its your chance to suffer and find a way to strike back But I doubt there is a way when you've been burnt so bad It must be hard living off of the bone thugs Just leechin' off their cash, not producing any thing that's Worth [Verse 3: Big Boy H] You call yourself the bloodline of Bone Thugs n Harmony The only thing good that you carry is their blood, the irony You ticked me off when you demanded 3 grand Just for looking at my stuff, that was the last strand Now I'm going all out You motherf**ers can listen to my stuff and burn I'll help you out I ain't keepin' anything to myself I'm gonna spit it all out, and get onto your nerves You f**ing elves You thought I was a kid, rapping new school sh** I've kept it real ever since n***a, now shut your sh** All I wanted was appreciation, but all you n***as were too Caught up in countin' the money I don't do any of this for the cash I just like it when I'm acknowledged for keeping it real, spinning The wheel, sealin' the deal You n***as gots to ‘preciate With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate This is thug life, i'm not askin' to figure-skate I'm just askin' if you're as real as you say Then show me by beating this Let's talk face to face and see what you got I spat my verses now lets see how you n***as take the shot!