[Intro]
(Alright, testing, testing, testing
Hey, is this thing on!?
Testing! Test... Is this thing on?
Can you hear me back there?
Yeah, well, then shut up!
Alright? Hey, listen)
Is that him in the studio?
[Hook]
These dudes better stay in they lanes
And keep they brains on the right track
Now you got a check that you can't cash
And you let ya mouth write that
We ain't playin, man, the shit get real
Talk slick, get your life snatched
And don't rest, better guard ya grill
That's how it is, cause it's like that
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I move blocks to rude pops and dude drops
I'm too hot; mix J, Big, and 2Pac
So move not, I'm way big and dude shot
Ya crew watch, I'm hot bitch and you not
I'm not a fake, not a
Nigga that'll pop shit about my cake, holla
Make dollars
But you perp, and you make nada
Not a man, not a cent, ho I stay propa
Fake scholar, they can let the tre 8's holla
And punk nigga, play dumb, get ya face swallowed
You not a hustla, dogg
You don't know what a half a brick means
In rap, you'll get ate, like half of sixteen
I'll bash ya team, dang I'm sickening
I'm dope, plus coke that'll smash ya trip beam, man
Before them boys come and lump ya face
With all that tough talkin, pump ya brakes
Ease back shorty
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Uh, your rhyming's a waste can
I mean that it's basic, look
The mean to your face
It'll eat through your face, and then
I breeze through the place
No heat on my waste, but still
Will eat through your face
With knees at his face and grill
I'm on the move now, high price, big places
Leave a nigga like them hunneds, with the big face and
Niggas try to act bad in them rare cases
Til that metal's in they mouth, like a pair of braces
Big bro talk slick up in them fake lines
Same time, he just another fruit up in the grapevine
You see I laugh, clock math, cause I take time
And you trash, bust ass than a waistline
And don't test, cause dude you'll be losing your breath
Got respect like I'm movin a Tec
And I advise you and your crew be doin your best
Try and get your mind right, or we'll be movin it left
Nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
You see its rare that a nigga say he ball
And really got dough
Rare that he say he push coke
And really got blow
Common that he claimin that he thug
But he not though
And when do a nigga say he spit
And really got flow?
I ain't playin around
Not a gangster
But if you cross mine, I'll be layin 'em down
Yeah, you talk about poppin' ya heat
But when the beefs on, them real OG's
Will come and rock you to sleep
Coward
In my advice, you should think twice
Before you cross the path of a real nigga, live the street life
Who pull cards, and they reach for they heat, right
And you'll get smoked, like the trees in the peace pipe
Man, they put you in the dirt here
You steady throwin up the set
But you ain't never put in work there
So all that talk bout the game you bang
Just stay in your lane
Before a shot lay in your frame
[Hook]
(Alright, testing, testing, testing
Hey, is this thing on!?
Testing! Test... Is this thing on?
Can you hear me back there?
Yeah, well, then shut up!
Alright? Hey, listen)
Is that him in the studio?
[Hook]
These dudes better stay in they lanes
And keep they brains on the right track
Now you got a check that you can't cash
And you let ya mouth write that
We ain't playin, man, the shit get real
Talk slick, get your life snatched
And don't rest, better guard ya grill
That's how it is, cause it's like that
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I move blocks to rude pops and dude drops
I'm too hot; mix J, Big, and 2Pac
So move not, I'm way big and dude shot
Ya crew watch, I'm hot bitch and you not
I'm not a fake, not a
Nigga that'll pop shit about my cake, holla
Make dollars
But you perp, and you make nada
Not a man, not a cent, ho I stay propa
Fake scholar, they can let the tre 8's holla
And punk nigga, play dumb, get ya face swallowed
You not a hustla, dogg
You don't know what a half a brick means
In rap, you'll get ate, like half of sixteen
I'll bash ya team, dang I'm sickening
I'm dope, plus coke that'll smash ya trip beam, man
Before them boys come and lump ya face
With all that tough talkin, pump ya brakes
Ease back shorty
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Uh, your rhyming's a waste can
I mean that it's basic, look
The mean to your face
It'll eat through your face, and then
I breeze through the place
No heat on my waste, but still
Will eat through your face
With knees at his face and grill
I'm on the move now, high price, big places
Leave a nigga like them hunneds, with the big face and
Niggas try to act bad in them rare cases
Til that metal's in they mouth, like a pair of braces
Big bro talk slick up in them fake lines
Same time, he just another fruit up in the grapevine
You see I laugh, clock math, cause I take time
And you trash, bust ass than a waistline
And don't test, cause dude you'll be losing your breath
Got respect like I'm movin a Tec
And I advise you and your crew be doin your best
Try and get your mind right, or we'll be movin it left
Nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
You see its rare that a nigga say he ball
And really got dough
Rare that he say he push coke
And really got blow
Common that he claimin that he thug
But he not though
And when do a nigga say he spit
And really got flow?
I ain't playin around
Not a gangster
But if you cross mine, I'll be layin 'em down
Yeah, you talk about poppin' ya heat
But when the beefs on, them real OG's
Will come and rock you to sleep
Coward
In my advice, you should think twice
Before you cross the path of a real nigga, live the street life
Who pull cards, and they reach for they heat, right
And you'll get smoked, like the trees in the peace pipe
Man, they put you in the dirt here
You steady throwin up the set
But you ain't never put in work there
So all that talk bout the game you bang
Just stay in your lane
Before a shot lay in your frame
[Hook]
