Now What

Lyrics

M.V.L.L. (ft. A.B., Cron Hypnostein, and Ces) - "Now What" [Emcee(s): A.B., Cron Hypnostein, and Ces] [Producer(s): Will Tell] [Intro: A.B. and Ces] A.B.: Stupid motherfuckers. Yeah. Yo, yo Ces: Now what? Now what, motherfuckers? (Stupid-ass nigga) Look at yourself (You don't even know, you don't even know). Look at yourself, motherfucker [Verse 1: A.B.] I'm in a battle. It's where I'm forced to attack you and clap you Wrap you with lassos—the hassle to catch your Adam's apple Trap the tabernacle, crack your castle, then stab you, then smash you Pass you, then crash you and blast you. We so hot, the Devil's baffled Constantly shitting on you like we just used the bathroom Rattle your bones with chrome and stone bow and arrows Zombie, you're frail walking on trails bloody and narrow Touch as the barrel explodes, slow flooding your 'parel Smart as a pharaoh. In this ballgame, dawg, you get tackled Your squad babbles while my squads get harder than gravel We charge in your chapel, trap you, grab you in laundry for castles If we cackle, better believe it's with a chrome barrel Quickly squeeze on enemies and snap their bone marrow Y'all stone statues once the slugs being thrown at you [Verse 2: Cron Hypnostein] Yo, a lot of niggas get dropped like habits Can't stop the madness, so I'll watch the bracket To a pope like magic and scream, "That's it?!?" My actions embrace classics. In the way? Receive a casket by masked men times ten For what you flashing. My men preserve satisfaction At the right time, let it splash and flood What's my passion? Do not ask. Balancing I'm thrashing and fastening all cats with Flashing while I'm mastering. Half your men Can't accomplish my actions then. Imagine Now. Verses long as the Nile serve my style I'm versatile. Ain't no circus clown You'll get murdered, pal. Then I'll shift to the virgin Now. Where it's worth the while, get served like "Blao!" Could have emerging, clown. Now you Earth for now but looking back Persian-style Worth a smile. NY murder trial NY murder foul. Not found, kept confidential Hot, sound essential, drop pounds from mental [Verse 3: Ces] Get by me, bitch, you know I'll knock your teeth right out Fuck holding know—I'm known to let the beef right out LSD, TNE down to creep right out On your block with Glocks and let the heat right out It's not a game. Y'all niggas could get shot in the brain And if it wasn't for your man, I'd be popping up things I'm kind of insane from selling all that product of 'caine, but I Got to remain on the top of the game You say you don't feel this cat? How real is that? When your mens is on the side like, "That's a real-ass cat" You're holding heat in the building? I'ma steal that gat Rolling deep with the villains and it's real as that [?], the nigga with the brolic balls Known for popping fours, drizzy off of alcohol, got it all A locked-down block, fifty four-pound Glocks, and niggas is jiggy all around, bop I'm aiming at you. You think [?] shots You need to get a job and put the iron down, cop [Hook: A.B. and Ces] [Ces] Now what? Y'all niggas can't fuck with us The guns'll bust. My niggas is dangerous [A.B.] Now what? Y'all niggas can't be me, god See me, god. Guarantee your team be scarred [Ces] Now what? Y'all niggas got problems, baby Revolver or automatic, I'ma solve 'em, baby [A.B.] Now what? Y'all niggas want headshots, duke? Do you want to really see the fucking lead pop, duke? [Ces] Now what? Y'all niggas can't fuck with us The guns'll bust. My niggas is dangerous [A.B.] Now what? Y'all niggas can't be me, god See me, god. Guarantee your team be scarred [Ces] Now what? Y'all niggas got problems, baby Revolver or automatic, I'ma solve 'em, baby [A.B.] Now what? Y'all niggas want headshots, duke? Do you want to really see the fucking lead pop, duke? [Ces] Now what? Y'all niggas can't fuck with us The guns'll bust. My niggas is dangerous