Sheek Louch - JBs Revenge lyrics

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Single back door, jungle brothers flow Burner in my hand just tell me when to go Stay away from rats, never trust a cop You might have sold more but I'm lyrically on top I never left the hood, I'm just not around It's hard to be there and get your business off the ground So I smoke a pound to the early days Real n***as, fat a** b**hes and finger waves Educated man, from New York land Yeah I made it in rap but that's not all I am I'm a cool brother and that's word to mother I smack the f** out of one of y'all Blood on the wall at a live show Yeah my n***as been on it since the locks go Who the realest group out? How could you not know? Anytime you hear our sh**, how could you not blow? I mean I'm strictly tryna cop those Pica**os Birds in North Carolina, Petey Pablo El Guapo, Diablo, El Choppo We reup again n***a when the stash low [Verse 2: Styles P] We was in school, we was on the block and We was touching 8 balls but wasn't playing pool Raised in the crack epidemic, [?] So we thought making drug money looked cool All I really wanted was to act [?] With a goose with good feathers On some new leathers and some dime bags Drink a 40 ounce just to watch time pa** For the Dutch days n***a, get a wipe out Never wave the white flag, never throw a white towel From the bomb squad, all them n***as rhyme hard Any letter scrap, get drunk and blow the tromb god A bunch of little n***as that be running around And they got organised, start running the town Felt good to see 100s around, thousands around And every time I rhyme, n***as crowding around Yeah I'm the quiet one, the loudest around