Young B - Dead Presidents Pt.2 (Bringin' Oldschool Back) lyrics

[Verse 1: Young B] Take a trip to the past with me, reveal the pain And imma take another shot im on the egde of going insane My lyrics all poison you can feel it in your veins Ain't sh** changed im just suprised you know the name Doin my job I'm on my grind, makin hits like all the time You know that im runnin outta time, and these b**hes be gettin outta line Uuuuh, so raw and so real A hundred coffins all these rappers gettin k**ed [Verse 2: Young B] Uh yeah, welcome to the second verse Still k**ing all these rappers just put em in the hearse Keep your mind straight and your money in your pocket You flexin in the club man you boys betta stop it I'm in this b**h I've been doin my thang Wadadadang 9 millie go bang Uuuuh, so raw and so real A hundred bodybags all these rappers gettin k**ed [Verse 3: Young B] You know I'm k**ing my own beat you know im on, Im in my zone Never did nobody help me, had to get it on my own So now I spend, most of my time in the club gettin throwed While you be outside in the line gettin cold Oh, f** what you talkin bout cuz I ain't even payed attention All yall rappers s**, and I ain't even afraid to mention My flow so crazy, its from another dimension This the School of hardknocks Imma send yall to detention Yeaaah, still so raw and so real A hundred white crosses all these rappers got k**ed