2011 BET Hip Hop Awards - Chris Brown & Friends Cypher

Lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown] Welcome to the Cypher Myself, K-Mac, Ace Hood, Tyga It's the Cypher, let's go [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Uh Moment of silence for this beat that I'm about to kill And all you rappers signed a suicidal deal No hard feelings pimpin', it's what authentic is Month-old denims, thirty grand in the steel (Woo!) Sleepin' on me, I put gas in your Nyquil Gettin' money while your pockets on the diet pill Flow knock 'em cold out like Benadryl Glock cold fourteen, call it Emmett Till Yeah, billionaire, it's a state of mind That's the Rollie on, thankful for these good times Michael Corleone back when he was in his prime That's how I'm feelin' while I'm fuckin' my new Spanish dime Damn, and you can tell I'm on another level He think he better than I? He get the J letter Yeah, jumped in jack, be a trendsetter You lookin' at the best, how you doin'? It's a pleasure [Interlude: Ace Hood, Kevin McCall] Yeah, yeah Yeah, rise up [Verse 2: Kevin McCall] I'm at the top like a high note, killin' for survival Jeffery Dahmer, I'ma slaughter every beat that I'm on Y'all was sleepin' on me, so I had to turn the lights on My pockets swollen, I should put some ice on Shout out to Breezy, could've never did this shit alone Like potty trainin', could've never did this shit alone If we ain't the best to do this shit, then prove us wrong Flow sicker than HIV, I guess that mean I'm full-blown And of course, I'm just speakin' metaphorically Livin' fantastic, I wonder if there's four of me This is just a sample, so if you want more of me You have to rewind time unless the microphone's recordin' me (Ayy) K-Mac rhymin' on the payback The truth will set you free, so I'ma testify and say that Ballin' like a preacher, catch me rollin' in my Maybach Shinin' 'cause I blew myself up, Arab [Interlude: Kevin McCall, Tyga] Haha Uh, ha! [Verse 3: Tyga] Look at me now, my dawgs said that we gon' be rich one day But I'm Anfernee, I do things the Hardaway Easy Bake, fast cake, rearrange your vertebrae Try like a murder case, you gon' need ice skates Thin ice, I be icier than a winter lake Oh, you clockin' my swag, well, you a little late Prolly make more when I'm gone, Mike J Smooth Criminal, sweet bass, I call it Sade (Ooh) Why you starin' so long? What? Your eyes gay? Money talk, so I just walk and let it translate You ain't fuckin' with me, I don't fornicate I just let her taste test, then she let my kids chase Young Money, Cash Money, dollars, big face So when you talkin', new rappers, don't compare me Haha, ah! I'm a last king, we don't talk rappers if it ain't YMCMB [Interlude: Tyga, Chris Brown] Yeah Yeah, haha Yeah [Verse 4: Chris Brown] Look, said I was down for the count, let's make 'em eat they words And if it's beef, well, sweet, I make 'em bite the curb This probation got me walkin' on the straight and narrow I'm takin' shots in the club just likes it's double barrel Come on, live through what I've been through This media so fucked up, that's why I don't do no interviews And I ain't gotta break shit, but I bend the rules I skateboard, kick-flip right in my pool With two hundred model chicks, super gettin' loose They just want a big dick, did I say that? Oops Ha, oh my, oh my, where's my manners? Pardon me for this grammar, this Virginia country grammar Goin' nuts like some Planter's, man, my chain feel like a anchor When I told you to use your head, I ain't want you to be no thinker Fresher than a mothafucka, yeah, you got your stink up Yeah, swallow your pride, yeah, go 'head and drank up Shame on you