Rich P - H.I.H (Humans In Hollywood) lyrics

[Verse 1: Noah Vinson] n***as my sons, I'll put a n***a in a foster home You ain't no threat I'm Jango Fett, this episode two I abort the clone Sorry for the people that brought the clone Jean Paul Gaultier cologne Wait.. smell it in the air I'm strong I'mma act fool till the camera Off What you talkin bout'? f** outta' here what you bloggin' bout? Best in the bronx, Next in the bronx Everybody needs to pull a compas out Where the f** is the competition? I'm hurt, Your work, Your ethic ain't on point Oh My God , Mothaf**as looking like desert Why n***as want to hate on me? I'm leader..general L.O.P You Undecided and can't deny it You pause, In general T.B.D I'm the new sh** b**h , PSP Vita looking for a P.Y.T Lisa you gon' have to hit the bahamas up in a Airplane B.O.B n***as actin' Hollywood k** your sh** I probally Could Feel your sh** I probally Don't Fix your sh** you probally should First off your manager, your publicist, your man and her Could s** dick, thats four lips on 1 stick thats Amateur No beef sh**, you really can't handle us L.O.P gon' k** the comp RIP put a candle up Cept' for the n***as that ran with us Claws, Denzil, Flojo, Score, Frank Ramz with us You already know that the Bronx whats up Everybody else thats hating on , this that sh** you been waiting for Damn right it's shots fired, y'all Mothaf**ers better hit the floor f** around bring the whole click to war You ain't even ever have to click to pause All that dick s**ing your lips are soar [Verse 2: Frank Ramz] Move out my way , or you get found out by the Bay I know some Haitians that k** for 'nathan Thats why we stay friends so sak pase map bule I do stay up in the bronx where my crew lay Your crew sweet like my kool-aid Or the chess team back in my highschool days Why you play so damn much when there's so damn much opportunity Running through this world for you and me To co-exist in a unity Instead you insist on coonery And really didn't bring no room to be Bullsh**tin' out here in these streets So if you ain't dead its soon to be I could talk about swag but (f** that sh** n***a I got bars) And I could talk about cash but (f** that sh** n***a my life hard) I got scars, I got stripes all of my life Putting work on the mic and I work for the right Reasons fight for the rights I believe in with all of my might f** all of the lights, I don't need that sh** I could still get it crackin' like chapped lips Matta' fact get it jumpin' like back-flips On a soft matress something like magic Finna' cause havok to anyone rappin' n***as all talk, I don't hear action n***as be ratting, I get cheese and leave them all stuck Thats what I call trappin' f** is you askin'? Is my pa**ion matching My drive do you see me crashing? Mashing the gas In a fashion that got me overlapping everyone in my bracket I pay my dues, and my taxes you n***as foolish you lacking What I'm packing, The full package and K.A.M.O is my caption And we clappin on the backboards anytime that we score or we go for The three or the dunk, you act foul And you gunna' be eating my sneakers for lunch So beefs what you want? Cause when it comes to the beats I will knock out your teeth With a punch and if you try to run with your feet I'll unleash my beast for the hunt [Verse 3: Rich P] Is it just me or there's haters everywhere I go? They a**ume that everybody black rob, so everywhere like whoa But I am America's Nightmare I'm Young, Black, and don't fight fare Yo' b**h can't leave this woody alone Cause' a n***a got a buzz lightyear Dubai that's our pa** First baby that's our cla** Indoor beach that's our swag Sand on the inside like an hour gla** I live for today , sicker than Jay Cla** by myself ain't no splitting the pay Sitting it safe, I'm spitting to stay A motherf**ing genie couldn't wish me away Which means a n***a permanent Tell them n***as get it straight like you perming It My flow bu*ta' I'm Churning it Stronger than tequila with a f**ing worm in it These rap n***as s** they giving hickeys n***as like "rich you sitting pretty" And thats cause' all my n***as with me Got my unit on the web like This Is 50 (LOOK) A little tatted need some arm ink (LOOK) And the bars full of punches like prom drinks (LOOK) If you sleepin' on me wait till' that alarm blink (LOOK) Put deodorant on the chopper my arms stink Oh you thought you was fly, my n***a I got news I'm sinning swimming in women, my n***a I got pools Graduated from the streets, oh no thats not school (LOOK) But I'm shining on tracks, my n***a I drop j**els That number one spot... he don't want that sh** You should watch the throne, cause I'm sitting on that sh** Get dressed and I take flight daily fix then I break night If a n***a really want to hate right, choppers everywhere like we make bikes That one chance is finally here Cause life used to be a blur but now its finally clear Cause DJs be knowing my records is hard Bringing it back like they renting a car Giving you n***as a lesson with bars I'm saving the game like a memory card