Lyrics

[Intro] I'm wit it, get live wit it Yeah Yeah, I'm back Big Tone, Ta'Raach, Jay Dee What? [Verse 1: Hodge Podge] I'ma let y'all niggas pop the coochie (Why?) 'cause you pussy Plus this .45 bustin' a back that ass up like Juvie Sophisticated bourgeois niggas with bad habits And if you don't like it, you can get it and stick it where the sun don't glisten (Punks) Niggas is critics and some don't listen I told y'all (What?), persevering through all of this bullshit And life is a black six and a hood-rat catching a contact Plus the Hennessy, get my brains blown out like John Kennedy Remember me, split a nigga ear to cheek within the beat (Why?) Best kept secret, got some shit fixin' to hit the street Y'all niggas ain't even a issue (Nah) So real, a nigga bleed through the pencil It's like that [Verse 2: Lacks] I need a day off the scene (Why?) 'cause y'all gay motherfuckers is mean I'm seen buyin' beats off this nigga, that's like the end of my career (Yeah?) I tell a nigga like fuzz, man, fuck that I'm tryin' to have these bitches like, "You see me, I touch Lacks" Give niggas pounds like, "See me, I touch Lacks" Plus tracks bangin' out the back of the Range Respect my gun and (Blaow), I speak with a double barrel slang In unison with this music in the back of my brain Rockin' straw hats and Pradas, Com eatin' on McDonald's But I know the time (Dawg), it's time to get you up a bottle (Uh) Some shit that's hard to swallow, you ain't even a issue (Nah) I'm so real, a nigga ain't gotta diss you It's like that, uh [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3: Lacks] I got a new respect for half-ass rappers and wack producers There's something about pure talent that attracts the useless But drains the pure talent juices (Yeah) That's detrimental to the rootless that drink artificially flavored sodas Big egos like compensate smalls frames like Yodas America made to break down like dollar store purchases But so called real niggas turn to catholic services (You know) You know perpin' is you, don't hate me (Come on) I play hooky from new schools and teach about the old Where rap cats is cold like Michigan weather Sportin' Fubu gear, pushin' Timberland leather Through city blocks with scriptures that blast And turn motherfuckers into father figures Y'all niggas better recognize Ain't shit jumpin' off unless Ta'Raach authorize Tell a nigga like this, make like Dwele and Rize 'Cause B.C. and everything we make is fly [Verse 4: Hodge Podge] I got a lot of shining to do And when I drop I'ma redefine hot (Why?) See y'all niggas got a lot of rhyming to do I'm tryin to get a spot with a view (Uh-huh) A tan six and a watch band with a diamond or two (Bling) Understand it, granted I'ma bust 'til I can't breathe And every chicken alive got my cover to Vibe Next to Usher and Jay-Z's (Yeah) The Montana way (Uh, Tony) to crashin' Caboray Glass of 'Zay cradled, link swingin' past my navel (Why?) Cocky enough to captivate you, you all consumed Just smell the aeric that's in the air when I walk in the room (Huh, a playboy) Recognize with G Quest and press on And if it ain't dawn, y'all niggas still pawns on the chess board (Like Cat said) Don't nobody give a fuck until you get them ducks and hit 'em up I spit for the bucks, square business, what? [Outro: Jay Dee] What? Niggas, it's like that Jay Dee, drop the beat, what?