Bullet Club
Yeah
You niggas know what's up nigga
Don't play stupid nigga
Yeah
Banks, what's up nigga?
It's go time homie
Look, these niggas can't match what I create boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
The couple stacks I would make went to Mac on my waist
I could send a package upstate and have you stabbed in the face
Thought you was safe while behind the wall, you vagina soft
Had you poked inside the yard, the youngin sliding off
Before the Shady signing, I wore designer, y'all
Dawg, I swear we cut from a different kind of cloth
I'm kinda off, wig shot your brains fly across the street
When I fire off the heat, then I'm riding off
Wanna get my dick sucked inside a loft
With Scotty O.G. inside of my cigar (smoking)
Don't call my phone if you ain't tryna buy it all
I'm the God, keep it a thousand, I inspire y'all
I provided y'all with classics, dropped the hardest tape since '94
But I started out supplying raw
Okay, I get it, my face is twisted
But considering my facial image, what nigga spit the way I spit it?
Think about it, I'll wait a minute
I had to give you time to think of a name 'cause it might take a minute
When I dropped Reject 2, I made a statement with it
Niggas talk tough, I prop up, to see what's shaking with it
Let the Beretta knock the letters of your Lakers fitted
Toss bullets, I'm Troy Aikman with it when he played with Emmitt
Admit it, I'm one of the greatest with it
I raise the bar, set the razor in your face with scar
Break in your place and all that money in your safe is ours
You rap niggas ain't safe at all
My youngest taking niggas chains at the awards and then we skatin' off
Empty the sticks like 50 shots is sprayin' off
Kill 'em, double back, hit 'em again, we makin' sure
Uh
Uh
You know where the fuck we from
Niggas sound like a murder one
It's the real niggas, yeah
Blood, sweat, tears and bullet flares
Figured I hit the top with those I seen the bottom with went wrong
They switch, my circle so small I'm standing out of it
Episodes of a giant, hand me my monument
Still off the table, bet he won't have a family to count it with
Fake ass niggas sign your baby a counterfeit
Limbs knocked off your counterparts
We known for breakin' mama hearts
Ran out of patience debatin' die for the fast flip
Cruisin', collectin' Confederate flags to wipe my ass with
Had to be killin' shit, I'm hearin' ghosts
Seein' my folks disappearing, my feelings broke
Being successful will bring 'em to tears faster
Keep your threats off the wire, buggin out is my fear factor
30 rounds for your square rapper
The hand of God off to vertical rear smack ya
You shot at me but I never felt a thing, my diamonds freezing
Hater allergic, Valentino handkerchief for sneezing
Grippin' with passion, I overdosed twice
Aced all obstacles, I ain't run from shit but the po-lice
Hunger balance cold nights
Life's a gamble but damn I don't throw dice
I'm ten toes spike, high as my show price
I bet a semi rise'll clear out all the petty vibes
Bark like a shepherd, bike like Pennywise
Them crew beginnings of grim chronic and Henny eyes
Blue vomit and envy cries for cowards in disguise
I pull ya card, make 'em look at ya awkward after
Run around on my gorilla shit, shittin' and toss it at ya
I was meant to be on in this era to off a master
Lashing backwards your own whip, followed by stronger laughter
Look in my eyes and see the struggle of success
The memories of a hundred real niggas here in the flesh
From the view off the mountain top, I was mesmerized
Medicine for maniacs, chain reacts and the ghetto fried
Uh
You know where the fuck we from
Niggas sound like a murder one
It's the real niggas, yeah
Blood, sweat, tears and bullet flares
Yo, in my town we got foul habits, 40 cal. packers
Hustlers plow cash and trap in a wild fashion
Till agents chase us around backwards
They know our faces, but to them, we just cases in a file cabinet
I'm [?] in that brown fabric, just watch I bought the brown sadness
Blame my childhood for how I'm actin'
We leave the counter then we brown baggin'
The dollar amount stackin', I can see them numbers
Hustlers count backwards
I'm somewhat comfy in the bar section, not 'cause I'm rich
'Cause I'm certified, I'm nothing like these crossdressers
I can't believe where the flow got us
I kept the whole profit, got a plan with rock like the Globetrotters
We straighten beef out with 4 dollars
But I'm still humble from the days we ate the bread with the mold 'round it
And this a feeling you will never feel, the flow impressive still
And I perform better when the pressure build
Single mothers readin' hustlers stretchin' mills
She fed us with the cash for the electric bill
I'm too eclectic, mouth reckless still
I hit the hood just to chill, like the old days, catch the feel
You see, this paper could change a nigga demeanor
I seen it take dreamers and make 'em into believers
Had you sippin' Ace pullin' up like Ace in the Beamer
But first you gotta relate to that ace and the cleaners, ah
