2010 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 3

Lyrics

[Intro: Ice Cube] We Ice Cube, the West Coast warlord. I got my sons OMG and Doughboy in the house. We got the King of Rock, Reverend Run, in the house with his sons Diggy and Jojo. Let's go [Verse 1: OMG] Yo Whoever on the track ain't runnin' with the boy Beast mode, Bear Grylls don't want it with the boy I'm comin' with the noise, know that I'm a predator With the metaphors, you could come and get destroyed It's West, the whole damn gang has evolved It's BBM, 'cause brothers don't AIM anymore This rap shit kinda like the NBA 'Cause everybody talkin' Heat til they come to LA [Verse 2: Doughboy] Uh We love the dough, that's what they say You can't trust no ho when your pops O'Shea And your uncle's Snoop and you push that Coupe All the hoes get looser than a baby's tooth Do what the fuck you want to protest me, nigga And I still come up like the Islamic center Doughboy, rare breed, like an Amish nigga Young ice, it's about to be the coldest winter [Verse 3: Ice Cube] If my two sons hate you, I'ma violate you Give you that motherfuckin' broken bottle facial This ain't racial, your new name is Rachel Got homies in the pen that might wanna date you I'll under-rate you then annihilate you Like the fucking therapist that said I had a breakthrough This is what I live for, this is called survival All my rivals are dead on arrival This is a revival, better bring your bible The lyrics that I kick is something you might die for I'm not libel, homie, I'm the dope Nope, that's a typo, homie, I'm the Pope West Coast pyscho on a motorcycle Dressed like Michael, it ain't Halloween My city's so mean, I'm Idi Amin I'm the bakers man, got the cake and the cream [Verse 4: Diggy] Uh Gee, I'm only fifteen, but my sixteen strong So I'ma spit this quick eight and let you fiends get warm The teenie boppa' got you leanin' proper, never seen him drop a Wack song, I'm the don, like Lebron, got the heat poppin' Light-skinned like Chico Debarge is I got you locked up, 'cause you know what the bars is I'ma a star kid and I swear if Nicki baby sit me I just might learn what a menage is [Verse 5: Jojo] Uh, uh Okay, rappers think they hot? They a broken thermometer See what I'm saying, like you spoken through monitors My rhymes is Vietnam mixed with atomic bomb But I'm hungrier than a bunch of muslims on Ramadan Ha, I gotta shine, I was born to be the greatest Hate so much, like it's wrong for me to make it, ha I never get 'em, I'm smooth as a leather chair And every time you see me, I get better every year [Verse 6: Rev Run] Yeah, yeah, yo Now once again my friend, it's the Reverend The first platinum status rap president And from the coast of California to the shores of Maine Got a East Coast sound and my beats go bang Going flowing, showing rock, knocking shocking the mind Illing, chilling, and killing, so come on check out my rhymes Meeting, greeting, and seating suckers all on the road Crashing, mashin' and bashing, my name is Run, call me Joe Bad as ever and clever and never second to none Wearing leather in weather, what's your name? DJ Run But in the summer's a bummer, 'cause I leave 'em at home Just Adidas and me and Lee and D on the throne King and I on the crown, selling gems by the pound Making, taking and breaking all of you suckers around Putting fear in your heart, at the top of the chart Stunning, cunning and funny, 'cause Run be running this art