2013 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 3

Lyrics

[Intro: Action Bronson] Uh Queens, New York Bam Bam See this here, yo [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Let me begin, baby, my name is Bronsoliño All I see is C-notes, silk shirts at the casino Time to take those leather pants off, this ain't no dance off I know your hands soft, you're on the menu like the lamb This is a grown man's sport, dawg I leave a mother****** laid out on the handball court I never brag and boast, I'm fire out the dragon's nose My words pronounced just like your camel toe And every whip in the garage laced Bait the cops into a car chase, keep that thing in the guitar case Crash the mother******' Jeep into the venue Better pray to God it's straight to Heaven where they send you Ah, why the **** would I need a bodyguard If I look just like the mother******' bodyguard? Baby hair curls on my forehead, **** **** ***** dead Jump out that four times four door, draw lead Queens, man [Verse 2: StarLife Breezy] Uh Open your eyes and see a star, [?] and I rise You don't see what I see in me? Might need to borrow my eyes Sky's the limit, I'm in it and givin' God high five Paid dues [?] tax, I'm givin' God my time Settin' the standard, raisin' the bar, come gaze at a star Here to expose these lame rappers for the haters they are And make your label regret that they tried to make you a star Take the hate in my heart and sell to the nation as art Get in the way, you gettin' taken apart, haters and doubters I hope after today they have to pacemaker your heart I take your favourite rapper, eat his face, plate to fork Then plead guilty to murder when I face my day in the court The backstabbers gettin' stabbed back, the young lyrical asset Get a beat, bash it then tag that, body bag it and trash that I'm no longer a have-not, 'cause now I have that Said my I told you so's, now I am past that I'm like the burglarer, come to smash and grab rap And you know I do it for the cash stack, ahaha, sucker [Verse 3: Travis Scott] Mmm Barely got here ten minutes go I'ma show you how a real ***** [?] [?] what you holdin' that virginity for? [?] give a **** 'bout the energy flow Truth is, [?] makin' music And you [?] dress is so ******* stupid I ain't tryna [?] Tryna talk to you ******, I might ******* lose it Know what? Hold up, Preemo, this beat suck I only like White girls that got black books I only like bank checks that hold big bucks Only ride in a coupe [?] wheels In the casino, shirt off And these ******* know I'm walkin' [?] And these ****** [?] [?] [Verse 4: Tiffany Foxx] [?] I'ma go Amanda Bynes So every line is like a line, [?] You don't get respect from me unless you the Queen B And when you talk about the king, nah, T.I.P., they mean me The Porsche break fast, pressure, you break fast Eat these rap chicks lunch, dinner, break-fast, ha I'm from the Lou where every day is a killin' spree And me and [?] split the ransom, shoppin' spree Foxx [Verse 5: Lil' Kim] Call the dog pound, 'cause this ***** bad Bobby Bone in De'niro, a Versace bag Kimmy got 'em sweatin' like they Trinidad Time piece, wavy rocks Blonde hair, call it Baywatch I pull up to the party in a bright red Ferrari And I shut the block down like I just caught a body Bang Bang, foreign engineer '020 body style, it ain't even here 12's in the trunk, Bruce Lee kick in the rear Smokin' out the inside like fog in the mirror Everybody stare like they lookin' at a leprechaun Chromed out shoes, these the type you ain't steppin' on I don't wanna hear, tell your problems to a priest I don't **** with him 'less he a beast, capisce? B.I.G. rest in peace, Brooklyn