Murda Mook - Loaded Lux vs. Murda Mook (2003) lyrics

[Produced by Smack/URL] [ROUND 1: MURDA MOOK] Murda Mook getting them chips again Last smack what happened, my sh** got back from Switzerland Dog, your on my dick for what? You mad at me cuz I ain't have to give no chips to your b**h to f**? Listen Lux, you an infant, I'll rip you up Chew you, spit you out, and watch them stitch you up And I'm cool once they fix you up Cause you got celibate gats He would never let his pistols bust I love heats, I think I'm bout to market some This n***a flow shaky like he got Parkinson's Listen, It's a rap once I palm the gun Might as well call me Glenn the way I'm robbin' son I'm Harlem's son, if I hear you mumble that I'm not Hop in the box and save the gun the trouble of the shot Cause the muzzle on the Glock, quiet when them shots fire Till you wondering why you lying in some hot fire With a n***a with a pitch fork I'm just foreshadowing Moral of the story pop, quit with all the slick talk Dog, ya money this short, a Benz what my wrist cost Look at you ha, look at me. This is what my b**h bought Fine, you enhance the drama Call me the syrup sniper cuz I'ma shoot your aunt cha mama Everybody in your family, dog I got no remorse, I'll even clap the family dog Your b**h want a real man to score Probably cause he the type to nut Before she get her panties off You immature, just like your measly flow This n***a here government bread easy dough I'll let you live but you better be easy though Cause I could make you sit calm like a TV show Easy! [ROUND 1: LOADED LUX] This n***a so f**ing frail He ain't trust his sk**s heard he had to battle me He couldn't sleep He needed a week to go home and write raps for me He got word from the faculty, "he nice, we need a strategy" Now I'ma put this money up But look Mookie, don't embarra** me Well actually that's when the dude come in I heard you balling you getting some schooling in That n***a go come home And grow up in the same room he grew up in Don't play he-man, please, freeze!... and keep hands free Cause you know the drill: if you pa** away they'll go behind you like the three man weave This is ugly! This cat! Yall put Mugsy! on Shaq?! It's like a pink rugby, gray slacks; how the f** is we a match? You rapping for dough? Packing shows? Mook get the hell out You might as well be yourself At least you know you a f**ing sell out Look I'm bout getting this money, C.T.C.! "Cut the check" give Lux respect, aye f** youngin on, PCP? You was getting high with the dell guy!? He's telling you the PC's free?! What happened to that part deal on the DVD? I couldn't believe I turned on the smack sh** and seen his face Like goddammit This n***a's parents smacked some sh** up on his face Don't start, I'm a shark in a pond with a guppy I rap how he look, so yeah, this sh** gone get ugly Yeah I'm convinced you ain't even have to sell to retire n***a you wouldn't kick a hot bar if your cell was on fire That's his mom's again, my cell be on fire b**h wearing me down, I tell her like "you cutting up!" She say "wait you hearing me now?" I said- You better take this bu*ter to escape this gutter You'll never make mils like Jae Millz's mother Glock in the waist and I don't carry birds to dinner Your b**h I pop her and skate She'll get shot in the face like a Larry Bird defender He taking L's with that Dave Chappelle-hazy sell Mook Murda keep coming up short like Asian males Yo you like an employee that just got fired this n***a work bad Hey what's that new n***a violator just signed Oh yeah, he got dirt bag'd! Mook don't wanna serve fiends, he knew what my birds bring Get the crills, hit the field, hustle like the third string Mook let the mic go, you ice cold! If Caucasians buy most of the albums This n***a wouldn't even go white gold You don't like low. Look at him! He want to catch me in bed wet me with lead, murder me in it... [ROUND 2: MURDA MOOK] Forever I'm in floss mode, even after I'm shot I bet you catch me in the drop at the crossroads And I sport clothes that cost more than four O's Lord knows I bought robes for where the Porche goes You wanna talk dough, lets talk plasma And dust for money machines until you got asthma Y'all rookies at this, I got the game padlocked Look at the clock doc don't put up a bad shot I got a stash box that's big enough to stash Glocks Big enough to have blocks running like they a** hot This n***a a fake wolf; he a Minnesota mascot In my hood theyre finding bodies where the trash drop I'm past hot, I should be living on Mars Here's a list of MC's that can k** you in eight bars Murda, Jigga, Jada, used to be Nas But now he on some sh** about the moon and the stars This n***a falling off? That's just part of the cycle How I'm doing this little kid, y'all got me feeling like Micheal And I ain't trying to to catch a charge So quit with all the reckless talk If he say he got a deal he about to buy a deck of cards All my weapons large, type of sh** I'm letting off Type of sh** that motherf**er Saddam was arrested for I'll put your name in stardom Under "innocent victim found slain in Harlem" If you think you a problem, I'll subtract you from your fams Plus I'm multiplying my stacks up for them grams You don't really wanna "blam" He just talking like operators Hood silencers; you wanna eat some hot potatoes? Cops portray us to be trouble makers Cuz I bubble cakes up and I'm like a xerox cuz I double paper [ROUND 2: LOADED LUX] Yall betting I put money on yall plates with this wack shipment Even he looking like he feeling a little funny About his weight That's why he eating a lil like fat b**hes My raps vicious and I'm sk**ed with the choruses He still cutting crills, hustling pills like Morpheus Walking in the offices, all out of order This lame in the game and he ain't scored a whole quarter A&R guy lie worser than his lawyer They see Mookie thirst but won't point him to the water This cat he sweet, ought to fax his beats And his raps just weak, like crack-head teeth You couldn't stack bread chief when you limited to life Look, he wore a chain, but gotta wait till the winter to see ice I bundle tan-man get my yellow brick road on Y'all all felons cause even the n***as telling get told on Last n***a tried work L, prolong I stole on Let the dirt trails, church bells and slow songs In the valley up in since real since balleys was the kick still You'll get shot walking through my alley like it's McBeal But b**h ain't no halle or no Winfield Lin that is, then yo b**h better learn the value of a Kids' Meal Mook I rally into big bills, right cause if I feel slim on Benjamins f*ggot we go do it like the pilgrims and Indians You thought 50 had many men? n***a you'll get jumped, heat and thrown in the trunk, like harry and the Henderson's Aye, the beats get played I throw fire on it, heat get blazed, his CD plays And get disc like CD trays See his babe shape don't look right But I get head so much I make her look up so I remember what her face will look like You can't take your push white, if the weight don't cook right Ain't bout this money? Well Mook, why we even conversating? Goodnight! Round 3 :Murda Mook n***as school me as a youth, I was fit for the booth Everybody on the block wanted to listen to Mook Like whoo, this kid is the truth. How he spittin this loose? I can't wait to his sh** drop like it was sh** on the coop Y'all spit fiction, you ain't never pumped on the strip sh**, you might have had on pumps on the strip, you a b**h! And you ain't moved a brick since head start Go head talk, be that next n***a the feds chalk from lead spark You on the block where mets park in front of your crib And your mom's all crying outta her wig This lame n***a ain't worth it If i ain't it, sh**, I'm the closest one to perfect I ain't doing it on purpose We ain't the same: you playing Sean, I'm Curtis You frontin', I'm stuntin' and it's getting n***as nervous I got the morphine to feed this co*ks**er I'm the champ, I got the belt, this hot peas and bu*ter And I can't let another motherf**er come and snatch it So I gotta keep the ratchet like Jason with a hatchet Should I coup it? Should I hatch it? Or should I Maybach it? Or come up with a crazy car called the straight jacket? Y'all don't really wanna beef, you don't really want your peeps Laying in somebody's beach, identified by their teeth Ease up, or feel more heat than twenty perms Half your hammers don't exist like Missy curves Any herbs want to come taste what the semi serve I got plenty nerve to crush y'all cats like sticky herb I don't know what the f** is wrong with yo' man But Tai, you better get him Before n***as singing that song for your man Yall don't want a reverend reading them psalms for your man About how God opening up his palms for your man So fam, quit running around talking about your a** hot I know you heard what happened to the last pop You a**, I can award you wouldn't blast shot He cake batter, he'll shatter like when gla** drops This f*g want co*ks to run in his rear I bet he probably wear leotards under his gear But he swear he a nightmare, thinking I be frightened, quit it Pop admit it, we all know you wouldn't fight a ticket I wouldn't even want to pipe your b**hes I'm getting type suspicious Cause your b**hes is looking like your n***as The G.M.-I'm ahead of the culture Murda got the game locked like it ain't never was opened Imaging you stealing the shine while I'm here You got a better chance stealing the shine from Times Square My flow's ahead of your flow two times squared My dough's ahead of your dough, you sign where?! He don't even got a career He look like he starving like you ain't got a dollar to spare I'm hotter than yeah—every motherf**er in the game Sick flow, I got it bad; I'm Usher in the rain And I keep my hands on one of them thangs So watch your words duke Or get a word two in front of your name This is Murda Mook to Pac-Man, I got the gat, man That'll show your insides like a cat scan I got my guns drawn, I'm ready for ac-tion I'm Smith and Wes Craven, but I ain't actin' This is uncut raw coke for you If you ready to die I can tell your folks for you If you outta this world, we got telescopes for ya This is easy, your n***as better hope for you [ROUND 3: LOADED LUX] Still the sh** mean with 16's in the clip in One in the gat head with the scope on it so the sh** got more coverage than shaq bed I'ma do the smoking but he'll have a cracked head The cat said he caking up, I caught him the bakery truck That's what you mean you stack bread? Lux is who the artist. I'm like a pic train, I'm sick boy I spit more than a bus full of retarted kids He started it, but know he look lobster with the shook posture I bared the tool he was scared to move I thought he bought his shoes at Foot Locker What's not to respect? You think I'm ice tea sweet? Nah he the typey creep, you think its a game, right? Well, you'll be looking from the floor like a Spike Lee c And that sh** you got weak, what, you trying to save grams? He couldn't tell that sh** was a rock to a cave man And he said he sent his sh** to Switzerland to get fixed Why you lying Mook? You had a fossil watch And that was at the museum- Aww man, should I end at that? No wait I got time his mom's ain't finished cooking dinner yet I been a threat since a little dude he don't wanna keep it lyrical Cuz right now he look mad like he wanna get physical Nah don't do that they'll-f**!... they'll visit you.... Can I finish? Can I finish? [ROUND 4: MURDA MOOK] We was here long enough, now it's time to let your spirt loose I gave you a chance to tryp to pull your little miricale Yopu can try to murda mook all that you please Whats coming out my mouth sick , like I got an oral disease Take a trip on my srrttttip I got a order you squeeze A buffet for the neck and wrist so itscould feeze Jigga told you boput the raw report so he iovolved in courst t Thinking what you get when you get robber in cours'ill let the fifth dissolve your thopyghts i spen dypu up to god for sure M not playing Who the hell you fighting with with this loud weigh ini Like and empty medicine can your not srauying And hell yeah ai had his wife She was always Gladys knight Wto ride the midnight train to ride the magic pipie Its aaaight its like hes a martyr for the streets Im am archer with the piece Put I ain't got toi pull no things back but The thing clapped And the target is deseased Wanna beef with theses clowns are amongstya f** aroun all the trash talking d get found in a dumpster He hot on his block, but to the town he a busta He orphan annie to the labels cause none of them want ya And your man don't gotta say what kinda Bentley's you whippimg Cause we know you run with liars you like jimmeny cricket Ask them cats you wit if You wanna make me the one I don't got to clap you, youll die once you see the gun Make his head hot like when the fever come Ox, the Glock, pop either one will still send you to kindgdom come How do I explain the wrist...uhh you ever seen the sun n***as staring at it like its the first day they seen their son Yay got the main flow, I hope you n***as know I'm the world's number one supplier, I hit coloa with th ecoke I got the fiends tied to it like I sold it with a rope Serve everyone see the pope know bout my dope No you not a cointender, your not in my league Your hot as December , you probably freeze Run back in your mami's placenta, your nit gunna squeeze Im on the block with the centers getting grind from the chesse While I was on the stret hustling with real dykes Yuou wa letting n***as throw the banana in your tailpipe And he like dice, I reveal the hammer a lil bit Then its click,, clack , get down on the floor like bana and lil flip, f*ggot Round 4: Loaded Lux All right, yall know the cat bomb strett felt Rap till the beats melt your heat shelfved Mook ain't benn atrapped since a seatbelt n***a you in a state of hunger f*ggot you ain't had a hot line since they started 800 numbers This rap sh** dog, on every station That's why im sick with it mook give me all that medication So I got bored of education I started getting money off the books Like the board of education Your pride you better safe guard it I told mookie he couldn't f** with me But he want to cach rae charges Lables sent this n***a to me The way I break artist You ain't hot you scotch In other words your tape garbage I don't wanna talk man im torturing this n**s My heater like his beeper going off on this n***a You won't get to grow uup, get your soliders Im quick to roll up, with the toasters Youll get your sh** clipped like ticket holders What you know about flashing coats and a**a**in coats Youll get wrapped with ropes Till you feel nothing like caspers's ghost Half your jokes and your daft shaky Now that's crazy Cause I roll apund on a fat baby I bust my gat lazy I let the bullets do the wor My pitbull up in the skirt sh** pulling from the purse quick Leave the crimes and the crooks, out your rhymes and your hooks You'll never see a rap tour cept in a dinosaur book If I don't drive I get puches I get my walk on daily I never been in trl , but im in a car=son daily Now what yall go tell me Like this idiot experience Im seeing a lot of Jamie kennedy experiemnts Mook was the make up artist I could have sworn befor mook got the deal he was the make-up artist I break up yall sh** Like nas if he catch Jacob jogging Stop your run, n***a pop my gum For this serious mook.... Round 5:Murda Mook Eyo ive seen a lot of dumb n***as in my life time But you opitimize the n***a running out of lifelines In heday im' usually sleep, if I catch him in the nighttime You woul hear he got left for talking out his right mind Your trying to get signed, you'll settle for labels pimping you Long as you getting gear and they keep you with a b**h or two Meanwhile you check your checks They ain't giving a cent to you I smell p**y, I know he giving out that scent to you k**ing is a sport, you hungry to be a corpse I got a tray-full of lead I can serve you in bed And what about your bread, what shines you wear Your ice like Christmas lights They seen one time a year Im not a cool guy Ill let shots from the tools fly Lift your spirit in the air, think your too fly But if you do try You know me Just know that thing closer that preach and Cochise He the type get a threat go reach the police Not me im a amammal How can I like snakes? Give him a pen, tell him spell frend I bet that he write jakes Ever since a baby, had the scents for the gravy My sis had to pay me, just to sit by the a.c f** you think i'm crazy, I got mphs on them 80s And big sh**s that youll think was sh** from the navy I move bricks but I mainly get my dough off weed So f** what you heard my money does really grow on trees I got a disease, I can't let go of the steel nine So hungry for a murder, trying to k** time Other hand I still grind Get rid of them big shipments Murd mook, I done flipped more keys than an ignition Listen, all that glistening in my hood get rid of it We'll take you out those chains were like slave abolistionist My gun gon squeeze Till your lungs won't breather He got a cold So don't let the snub nose sneeze at you Round 5: Loaded Lux Yo we all know mook wouldn't robb sh** Hard dick the only way he stick up My ar lift up,, anything radar pick up Im the beast with the crowd click We deep when we prowl the strip Trust me you ain't want beef like cows is sick My game polish chump Even if you brolic punk Its nothing I get this sh** jumping like hydrolic pumps I give it to you how you want, hollows dump, hell front But where he live, will be the first building hit Like tower one, see all the hours come fast When its time to rest But buy a vest Cause I don't really think you got an iron chest But youll get a head full Same guns the feds pull When they let loose and get boost like red bull Im in the spot where the women be wastin Wake up and can't find where they memeory station But the bitc know i'm spending some faces She think im a lawyer way the bar keep sending me cases Round 6: Murda Mook You a fool if you think I wouldn't air my steel This is like a a weave, cause this kid here is not real He the type to sqeal if hhe confront to the judge Be there on the witness like that was who it was n***as need to get talked to the light Cause everybody know rex is the path most everybody take When you in the station helping cops sketch my face I be in the station bout o stretch my weight Stretch before you hit them weights boy you might hurt yourself And my waist always strapped like a gurdle belt I pop your vertebrae, leave you in the worsest way Leave you under 24 hours of a nurses aid Murda me, your gunna need more than apistol No Glocks, no nines, better order some missiles Cause you dealing with and army and your boy is official That won't mean sh** once the cororner get you And im still a young pimp the hoes say my frin turns them on So I have them hoeing from the night till the turn of dawn They all excited running like mook I heard your songs All right ill get back wright your number on your thong My pockets like a bomb, pocket full of green I decided on the ashton, thought the martin was mean Im a little ebit picky once im coppinga ride I cop em for show, I don't cop em to drive I ain't want to push the six, I put a lot in the five And my jeeps look like helicopters inside I see you eyeing my j**els, when I post on the ave See the eye in my tool get too close and im clapping you You can die in a pool or you can show me some gratitude Wha im going to have to do is far wors ethan sneaking in your moms purse He done put his feet up in the wroing turf Bomb first like macheveli I don't even have to ox your belly For the cheddy Ill ox your belly and pop a felly Ill be the first to co*k the diesy And put it in your mouth like oacknelly What you want from me Im 18 sitting on trump money Your banks accounts my little brothers bus money With the shotty Im like a n***a with no more grams I don't think your getting a hunch dummy, scram Yo the man that I am is not what you wonder Murda mook is like a drop in the summer I co*k it and double on one of you co*ks**es You cannot touch us we spot rutchers With that cake Im serving that hot bu*ter Im movie like black buster Try not to let the block bustya Im keeping the tool a pull f** it kid is immune to bull The way well eating youthink the moon was full Ain't nothing I see f**ing with me Owe me money, o well thenn your seed's soming with me And the cribs got something to squeeze, tucked in my jeans n***as act up it ain't nothing to be under some leaves Look, he wanna be the hero For the bread and the cheese Well slice your onion, roast somehot peppers So please don't let us While yall play ketchup I take three steps up You taking two it don't add up do it You see the x cake up Take a bite eat the rest later I peddle more than bmx races, chase us The crack is hard but the caine is soft You peddling too, but your chain is off, f*ggot Round 6: Loaded Lux Yall acting like the judge lending out appeals n***as is like b**hes from times they our on heels They watch the carsnow so I be ridden out my wheels Case of pick-offs, switch more than twenty dollar bills Rollie pressie sh**, Bessie lit,dessie grip He said some sh** Mook'll get popped and he'll drop like pregnant chicks Fes equip, we hgessa sh** near park orders Im wet with the set that ain't deer park water So yea you'll oughtta heard of me with the realist flip I sell that whip like dealerships Still I get Stories you telling Left me floor from the pelling n***a I can't get wet the vest is like water repellent Chicks I got to pay them g's The b**h you popping sleeves I slide and bone, you finf them homes Like adoption agencies Your block is flopped with make-belives Cops and swats and rager teams Well not some stock paper please Top and drop with amgs The way they be.. Flocking through my phones Mook don't get mad you saw your b**h popped up on my phones Same topless on the chrome Base it burn the muffle It ain't your turn to shuffle Well mook you couldntdeal with aces And he don't want beef I could tell My click like clum p**y all we do I run beef This n***a dumb sweet And I turn any block your on Into 21 jump street Yo you'll get jumped b And that's just how I feel Got the stri straight lift weight like I body builg I don't know ho he chill That n***as phone is like pre paid phines That n***a dt got a bill You ain't thugges out Your click got a lot of liars You ain't dubbed out Your whip got a lot of tire Im snubbed out the fifth got a lot of fire Im bugged out like a snitch with a lot of wires Im still thinking how hammer went pop But when he went broke I aid damn hammer went pop Now that's the type of sh** that make hammers go pop If bulets was footage This n***a throwing cameo shot My people will shoot Its like the sequel to roots Youll get shot from your tops till they reach to your roots These n***as think its peaches That's when the gat is drawn, catacomb Left with the preekness Round 7: Murda Mook Don't consider me a youngster I done spit among the top competition Your not completion Iwas in cyphers was supposedly the nicest Trust me it wasn't nothing to be overly excited I spit till my belly ache My rhyme schem make fellas wake When I rap its a crime scene eyo rob take out that yellow tape And I push weight Idone seen my share of several cakes So raw fiends told me it made them see the devil's face I called it devil face Ipiped his wife the first night The b**h yelled so loud it made my watch bezzle break Take a break my time to shine is now Im a hustlerI grind from dimes to pounds You wanna floos in my hood O you good ? till the swammy squeeze It make you take your ice off I call it annie freeze Yea with me Im'a annie on my freeze With a b**h it go from what up To her standing to her knees And the whips make n***as say-hold up we go stop that right there ----------save you eyo the industry is funny They love you when your money stuck But when your cake is baking they jumping to try to f** it up Thats' why I keep something tuck for every part I hear You wanna talk guesss you have a smart idea The wole reason why you rap is missing here Yea I hear him whispering like why he bring his business Cause im on a brilliant mission To stack so much bread that by the time im finished eating imam have amillion dishes Chill with your wishes It ain't never gon stop Your girl ain't never gonna get off my co*k Accept that peace Accept thatevery night she gotta look at my poster to go to sleep He a maltease, his dogs ain't attracted to beef Cease before something happen to you All rght talk like you packing a few And i'm attaching a piece That when it shoot make a sound of pew!, pew! Ain't as tough as you think you are Dog, you been f**ing with them drinks too long Lay off, or we can spray off, ill let eight off You looking at the black adolf I bake and scrape plates off Places ia te off When I knock you off my dick stay off Ok boss Talking about he hotter than the bunch Turn around his album flopping more than floddy and the clutch This industry is k**ing me Security! security1 Whose going to approach you?! Nobody knows you All of yall bicthes he jus wants some attention He want the people to try to see him act up so he is Sell records mother f**er make a name for yourself Quit asking your body guards for help I ain't gotta be convinced its always my attention to blast You talk sh** I glue your lips to your a** Inkow I ain't the only one whose walking around with clips in a mag He got an arm too but his sh**s in a cats I ain't have a problem getting them bricks in the past Then I grab jigga booth from peru She got them shipments through Like yao ming the ne wkid in the block I got shells clock in the Glock I co*k, make it sound like whoo kidd in the spot k** everybody I don't care who kid in the spot Do a bid in a box , nah I can't im claustrophobic With the rick I run emotion Pa** and cut to the hoop shoot shoot He done done it again He done came throught fronting in a different 600 again I kepp telling you it's nothing to spend He was probably the little n***a in the trip whoi ain't have nothing to spend Fabricating stories andout his rings and his cuts When whut? only green you've ever seens ina dutch Ypu never had much so for a range and a pollar He be like 4 quarters cause hells change for a dollar, holler Round 7 : Loaded Lux Ey your boy couldn't walk in my foot steps He wouldn't have a foot left All theses years running this sh** and I never took breaths Mook was shook to d**h n***a I shook d**h Plus I kept paper, nike ain't the only place they put checks Rappers are all game But not for the long range I got to get paid for I get played like LeBron james n***a his songs lame Beats that he rap to ain't tight Mookie I can't oicture it if the tracking ain't right Don't care if im locked in a caine Or shot in the rain Thery're gunna know ehre im at like your stans From my socks to my frame Watch to the chain And you couldt look fly If you dropped from a plane Me popped outta chans? n***a pop gotta change Loaded Luc getting paper Hate the game not the playa I'm from harlem where we money make Everyhour now that's what I call getting funnel cake And his b**h got an a** that she wanna take So imam fill it up with more pipes than a tunnel take Mu gun a break loose If he wanna wait he running late This your try-out how many shots your rwealy wanna take? Hey he don't like low He wanna catch me in bed wet me with lead Murda me in it Have me down at the emergency clinic Ima kick him down bust on his ruger He tried exit out his windows He was better off shutting down his computer Lux now he a shooter Guns is better When the nine load mook ain't got to die old he'll stay young forever He like peter pan in never never land My bu*ter thick like peter panis looking very tan My block is plain im docking planes Hitting every land Ive sat betwenn more jet fans than in the meadowlands That's why all his hoes is flocking in groups and they friends want me The only time mook knocking them boots is when his tims dusty He lying to them hoochies Only time I throw g in thir face Is when they wanna see the time on the gucchi Yea I shine with some rubies You can eyeball and screw me Really b you k**ing me? That's like dying in a movie Closest you bneenn to the burner Is in the deli by the griddle n***a all your biscuits got jellty in the middle I know you like the way im talking I got torpedo probably Yo clipin get the dip in like a tortilla party Round 8: Murda Mook I just got in the game Already these guys is co*k-holding Probably cause im in the g-5 with rocks boulding And your girl saw me she tried to stop scoping And her bu*ton on her levis was popped open Im not joking, every club I post in I leave with a token of love deep-throating The wrist worth twenty, neck worth sixty Whole industry tryna network with me 16s a hundred and 8 cost fifty Take it or leave it My patience is ceasing Ima drop an album every change in the season Provoke me all I needs a flame and a reason My fanbase leaning you know what it do When the other ehad raw they wanna cop one through Dog you got a gun I got one too Cept yours can chip concrete Mines can pop one through I leave an***a jail bed stiff And wweight lift so he really can dead lift Im not one of those friends you play with f** that I got a coat in my tech from my insulation Yea I rap, play ball got a scholarship to go to school Stack 8 balls but ain't sh** that got to do with pool I put your lights out faster than your con-ed I take a c-4 strap it to your mom's bed Your girl mad at chu Nothing to do what johnsaid She ain't say your dick was small She said you had long legs Tyhere so much dram in the industry Its kinda hard beingM-U-R-D-A Is on my nuts cause everything I say Always seems to get in their way yea ok Ima still say my sh**, push my whips I got a seven so quick I nick named it vick The strip, please I complete the fiends They call me clive, your boy gotta lease a key Im a P.I.M.P. give a chip to a chick it's not in my pedigree But him please Just so she could go browsing Hell so like the soap probably leave her two thousand I see your two thousand mook is a star Yo dog those ain't shows they boots on your car Wanna talk where I live The sh** too big Everyday I find another room insie my crib, f*ggot Round 8: Loaded Lux I got my cash straight sh** looking like e a drag race I hit chiocks with the bad weight yo chicks are in bad shape How you get dates with b**hes with that face Nah mook you f**ing b**hes shaq weight You lack cake Cause you might as well sell jokes with that david chappele jokes Your sh** is half-baked Its no wonder that's your husband I wouldn't trust her judgement I saw what she did with her mouth I knowshe got bad tatse That sh** you popping right Get your sh** cut like hockey ice Sliced up plus we pack like jockey ice Beans ain't got nothing on the way your girl rock the mic Thirsty she keep hollering at me like she bobby knight This n***a not as nice and I say with a lot of light n***a you insulting me walk with me talk with me This is a sport for me cause when the labels just do it Trust me sell out just do it Bottom line every rhyme form top to bottom line hot 9 ain't got a**ign the boy bout dollar signs This n***a broke You ain't gotta dime b**hes Mook like I said you ain't gotta dime This n***a outta line today See we bought watches outta town you know Spend a little time away This n***a hating Chill let me take my mind off it Cause your neck I don't really wanna take your mind off it I caught him in the spot And the can jammed on him What made it even worse is how his man ran on him Scramed on him I ain't even put hands on him Gun look slike I got hands on it We sold songs you got your stroll on Family like many I got my roll on But mook kepp talking im like why yall amp We all about balling like five star camps