CivilTV Next Up Cypher

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[Verse 1: Lil Twist] The South Side, the South Side, these bitches' mouth wide Can't trust a pig informant nigga, run, the cop wired They set us up, then book me up, you crooked fuck Get to the jail, tell them bitches to look me up I'm on top of my shit, Red Bottoms like how my shoe tastes Standin' from where I'm at, the lie could reach my shoelace I chunk a deuce, pour a four all inside an eight ounce I'm faded now, finna cut a ho off like K Camp TMZ on my dick, they swear they can knock me off, shit Harvey better chill 'fore niggas run in his office Write our own article, tell the people who caused it Faggot tried to hide, first spot we shot is the closet Crazy mothafucka, Mossberg in the moshpit Ever since I hit L.A., I'm wildin' on my Pac shit B.I.G., "Who Shot" shit, or Jay on his Roc shit "Wop Wop," "Drop It Like It's Hot," "Block Is Hot" shit [Verse 2: HoodyBaby] Fat fly nigga landing on your runway Got the work coming, I'm the black Mickey Munday Snowflake fresher than the morning on a Sunday I ain't a killer but my homie with the gunplay He the type of kid go to school and kill the lunch la-dy Damn, crazy right? We the type of kids live a crazy life We get money, fuck bitches, rock crazy ice And it's Young Money Records, ho, I'm really with D'Wayne In the club drunk trippin' yelling "Bitch, I'm Mack Maine!" Boy's insane, top down in the rain Holding up traffic, shootin' dice in your lane Niggas shot me in my back, but I'm back bro No we not a Jackboy, we done jacked bro Started sellin' crack, now a nigga sellin' crack flows Meet me in the trap, I'll be right by the back door You can get a Bow Wow, you can get a Fat Joe You can get finessed, I'm from Dallas, boy, it's natural You can get it all for a real pretty penny Niggas in the hood cookin' chickens, eatin' Denny's Hoody [Verse 3: Euro] Alright, check, look Compare me to who? Compare me to what? Compare me to them, I'm 100, I'm not like them I'm talkin', been hustlin' before I seen her Rick Ross video in that off-white Beamer I'm at the bar taking shots of nightmares with dreamers Shoot for the stars, hope the moon ain't seen us Stepped in the game and I spit that ether And I ain't leaving 'til I blow, funny, these hoes ain't either Let's see, it's February, leave enough time for me So by December, I should be a millionaire at least The least, take my word, this the year I beast And if not, y'all can kill me by New Year's Eve, please [Verse 4: Flow] Rollin' blunts while I'm listening to my Jigga disc Smokin', flickin' ashes from the tip of the pyramid Dressed in black, throwing up horns for my membership White kid listened to my song then he slit his wrist I have a nightmare to stop you niggas from dreaming I never read the Bible but I watch angels and demons The devil after me? Well fuck it, I'm anxious to meet him But shh, shh, just keep it secret If I join this force, would people stop hatin'? Should I rap like this to join the Roc Nation? Flow cold like I'm rapping while I'm ice skating Somebody get me an apron, all of my time wasting I keep it dirty like Chucks plus I'm a little gothic I spit curses and spells and black nail polish I fuck gypsies and witches, all of my pals' monsters Smarter than twelve doctors, sharper than nail filers Call Satan like, "Fuck it, show me how Hell look" I take a nun, then I fuck her like a werewolf I have no heart, no soul, only these spell books You niggas' bitches and hoes minus the girl looks I paint pictures with lyrics so y'all can see my thoughts Now follow me, in my evil voice Tweet, Young motherfuckin' Money These my motherfuckin' brothers, not my fuckin' hubbies [Verse 5: Cory Gunz & Lil Wayne] Yeah, Militia nigga, you know the name Cory Gunz, 'member my pops era, the son of Bang The fuck is he supposed to call it? The closer the call is, the closer you going, I'm claustrophobic Your swagger is actually ocean, mine is poison, I cough a lotus Walk New York and show this off, awesome assault aerobics You could eighty billion chinups, billion dips and a zillion situps I stomp you where you at, til' you chameleon what it was Keep me from creeping down the strip bored Hit for Jigsaw's clipboard, then I rip your bungees at the zip cord Pardon my lip Lord, can I get em a jaw? Cause I'm in the jaw, find him a straw and it's fine when it's yours Finding the slaw, assigning the chore, spine in her drawer Goons smoking wools, line of the raw Who want it with us? Let me know if it's beef nigga I hope you got the coco leaf or clover leaf Ain't no competing with these niggas from boogie to bang bang boogie Ain't gangbang for chains, stings, cookies and brains hang Anything, anybody looking to bring pain Maintain, anybody looking to say name Stay sane, anybody looking to play games Ain't wild or worthwhile, nigga just stay tame Hate crowds, know a lot of niggas but they lame Ain't down, cold counting niggas, they changed Straight pound, roll around with it, break they Spaced out in a lower down fitted, chase pace Straight brow, no sound with it, foot long Red dot, no clown with it, push board Headshots, no cow tipping I ain't just start, nigga, I was a child gripping Your cup ain't dark nigga, you just now sipping I leave you on dust when you was just loud tripping Ain't much to discuss, it ain't too much loud tipping Got a short fuse, I make a nigga put use to his sport shoes It's awful when I walk through unlawful Haters get the dick but the jaw-full Of course you don't wanna die, shotty turn you dead I can make a doctor bring a body to your bed I cruise with the blue, I'm riding with the red They find a motherfuckin bullet hiding in your bed (Stop, stop) Victim of society (Stop, stop, stop, which nigga? Who? Who? Who?) [Verse 6: Gudda Gudda] Never thinking of losing Winning is the only option, there's no picking and choosing I'm tackling my obsticals, while I'm high as a opera note I made it through the storm, I see the rainbow and my pot of gold Don't bring it to my section, no exceptions unless them bottles gold Of D'USSE mixed with pineapple to soothe my rotten soul Plottin, so I only got my mind on a million I'm praying and dreaming about the billions , really I'm Passed overdo, so pass over my doos That's do to me, I'm doing me, passing over these dudes I'm living, jack, but I love giving back to my fam And the fans that show love and showing up, I'm giving back I'm your idol, I'll murder any cypher My mind is a rifle, fuck your raps, go get a bible I'm god, I'm hard, I'm large, your grill, you better guard it I'm Melo, you can't guard me in the middle of the garden I bet these niggas' pardon, I been killing 10 summers straight Get hit with whips and chains, you my slave like a runaway Andale, andale, no E.I., see I keep Warning these niggas like B.I.G.G.I.E Hitman with a scope, I can hit you from long range Pause, you small change, just entered into the ball game Blood on my cleets, straight out the gutter, that's me My niggas named me Gudda, cause Gudda came straight from the streets I'm a real one, never shook, check my eyes if you ever look I'm bold, my soul cold enough to leave the devil shook Petal to the metal, got my foot on the gass Get gassed up, get the pump or a foot in your ass Im hyped, I'm too nice when I write these scriptures Cause all the fans prescribed the morphine that I'm spitting My pen need penicillin, I ain't in the right business I should be writing books, or writing movies and turning scripts in Instead, I get perscriptions to take a couple sips in Jump in and out the booth like Clark Kent on a mission I'm itching for a rapper to have my name mentioned If he worth the attention, then he's my next victim Parental advisory tatted on me They can't break my thought process or the brain pattern on me I'm that raw, one verse is worse than "Saw II" I could kill 3 rappers with 4 bars that's true What's poppin five? All my slimes getting to the money It's 600 ways to die, I'm giving you a hundred I'm Young Gudda, I'm Young Money, got old money, take your money Bleed the fuck out of the rap game till it ain't no money Fuck show money, who writer, I write for a living So it ain't nothing for me to write a rap and rightfully kill you I'm Spielberg, writing a picture, my mind captures red rum I can shoot my words backwards and splat you, that's murder, nigga [Verse 7: Lil Wayne] Umm, lemme see Smoke, sex, skate, shoot Boy we turnt up like breakin' news Let the kids live, baby duke Blood all in the fuckin' baby food The cradle too, shoot the dog once Turn around, tell the kids, "Stay in school" Leave out the house, neighbors peekin' out the windows Show the pistol to the neighbors and the neighbors move I don't give a fuck about a nigga's caregiver I be with them niggas that'll fuck their stepsister I be with them niggas that'll kill your caregiver I'll do Brazilian wax on a hair trigger Lord, I think I need a hitman Tell Biggie I'm a big fan My pockets on Biggie Smalls Your pockets on stickman I just came from the gun store I swear I spent about ten grand Now the parents wearin' black clothes And got your homies wearin' shit bags Heheh, think I need a hitman 'Bout to go kidnap a rich man If he don't give it up, we chop him up And send his body parts to his house gift wrapped I think I need a hitman I can't trust the next man Thank Lord for my weed man But right now we playin' phone tag I'm doin' forty down the boulevard I told my homie he gon' take the charge He got the Tommy and I got the MAC And on your head, they got a contract I thank you for my hitman And tell Pac I'm a big fan I sang "Dear Mama" to my dear mama And sang "Hit Em Up" to my daddy's bitch ass Woo, I thank you for my hitman 'Bout to go kidnap the big man As you can see I got big plans Big plans to be the big man Forty down the boulevard With my homies, they gon' take the charge Say, "It's nothin', boy, I got your back" Because them other niggas copy cats I thank you for my hitman This for all my fans that been fans I'm so sorry, I'm so fuckin' sorry I'm so sorry for the weight like Slim-Fast Stick MDMA up a bitch ass AT&T, ass, tongue and tit man Oh, oh shit, man Your pockets on stickman [Verse 8: Lil Wayne] It talk like a killer, it walk like a killer It must be a killer, I must be a killer Hustlin' Priscilla straight out of the villa I got more customers shoppin' at Dillards Don't fuck with these niggas, I don't know their names Fuck these niggas, I don't give a damn Fuckin' with Wayne, Talkin' to Wayne You talkin' to Wayne is like talkin' to flame 22.5 for a brick in the drought You can't buy the chicken then please chicken out Boy if you snitchin', we will sniff it out You'll get found at your house with your dick in your mouth Dope, skinny ass sweats Got a strap, wear that bitch on my back I walk in the mall with that shit on my back With my bitch hollerin' 'bout, "I want this, I want that" Ooh, Mula, like ooh la, la, la, la Too much Cubana up in me cabana Too much white china and Columbiana That Columbiana, Zoë Saldaña Fuck, hollup I'll be right back, keep the lights on, baby Leave the lights on, baby Them niggas play, they'll get wiped off, baby Like Lysol, baby I pull up on a bitch weighin 138 Put a bitch nigga on First 48 Fuck a bad bitch in the first 24 She take off all her clothes, say she sorry for the wait Put her legs on a nigga like a hula hoop I go between her legs like we shootin' hoops I break a chicken down to some noodle soup I buy a Rolls Royce like a Subaru I buy a Rolls Royce like a Subaru, bitch [Verse 9: Lil Wayne] Wait bitch, I've been on Top of my shit, I've been thinkin' 'bout shit All this lean in my punch got me lickin' a mothafuckin' fist Lord please don't let my ice melt Muhfuck these dog hoes But this 9 on my right leg Times get hard, nigga I could sell crack to a white egg Sell wrong to a right aide Nigga it's Carter time and niggas horrified It's glorified in this bitch Prioritized and immortalized I'm on the borderline and it's thin Hold up I'm lightheaded like a kite, baby I might, maybe, get life, baby My light shady, my rice, gravy My nights daily, my life's crazy Lil Tunechi, bitch