Album: Barrel Brothers
With all due respect, I barely respect niggas
In the sweat suit, I'm ready to check niggas
Give 'em scar work, I'm all on yo neck, niggas
Sway the revolution by wearing a tech, nigga
Wake up show, still sleep, time to wake up tho
Might see me with the Mac, but it ain't make up, yo
I make up flows, cake up and make up mo'
I stay low so that Jake don't go
Bay Bro is he tank, time to make sure that the street straight
Locked it down on a release date
Buried the B-brake, heavy on the beat till the beat-brake
Bag a bad bitch then be great, double with tandras
Battle brothers that battle with monsters
The random axe savages that's pompous
We body a rock star in broad daylight
Tell 'em rock-a-by baby, till they all get the concept
Chip off the old block, a great shot
From right here, I can pick off yo whole block
Pick up my old knot. My pocket is a dead president
Dead cemetery, I get you buried, and the still pistol carried
It goes without sayn, sprayn the niggas that change clothes
Use the key word with one of my main hoes
Then I had to dumb her and grind it all summer
Your front run has turned hand bumpers?
My gun's slumkin', and leave you in the slum dunkin'
My understanding is zero, tryna play a hero?
I point a Desert Eagle at yo ego
That's just me tho
Squeeze the hammer when I see a vandal
And beat enamel off his teeth with the heater handle
Fuck around and violate the squad Imma buck 'em down
Who got the muscle now?
All in together now, it's whatever now
John threes and low nit sweaters now
The old league is ours like forever now
Filthy forty and ninety if you let us now
All in together now, it's whatever now
John threes and low nit sweaters now
The old league is ours like forever now
Filthy forty and ninety if you let us now
All in together
Mulder and Skully is fittin' me like a crown
I'm all in money, so this isn't comin' down
They talk, hair's funny, I'm listening for now
And the all head hungry descend if they want a round
Now do believe I'm true indeed, the 2 to 3
Shovel's worth and I'm butter's worth on a shootin' spree
Sharp shooters, part shooters, move the seas, get it?
Shovel's worth, part the seas
Jesus, are we even aimed at the same dot?
Thrown for the great, I'll cook you a straight swap
Man down, cootoes, you know, you stand up with me
You standin' next to a Pharrell like a Hugo
For this new wave, this all swingin' for mine
I was probably hit yo mom's, impended your rhymes
I can't lie, if you see me in and outta yo place
I should have stuck with my gut and let it rot on her face
I pay homage
All ready to respect that
Get clap shown shitty two
Shake sucka da shakiddy salt shaker
Knock the teeth of the big bird like
Walt Frazier
I'm all danger but I might be a hero
Touring all the time, what the fuck do he know?!
Ten percent blood sucker under poor
I might tuck the gun, bump the sucka on the floor
I don't like boy rappers
All mark for death like the pipe boy hatcher
I'm the rasist white boy rappin'
Gut money, look, I just despize toy rappers
Left the shit, the shit shows, I spit it legit
You to be bald, Paul, you were aim to be big
Hip-hop parade, be happy you nigga hip for hip-hop today
All in together now, it's whatever now
John threes and low nit sweaters now
The old league is ours like forever now
Filthy forty and ninety if you let us now
All in together now, it's whatever now
John threes and low nit sweaters now
The old league is ours like forever now
Filthy forty and ninety if you let us now
All in together