The Four Wallz

Lyrics

M.V.L.L. (ft. A.B., Cron Hypnostein, Ces, and Roy Rukkus) - "The Four Wallz" [Emcee(s): A.B., Cron Hypnostein, Ces, and Roy Rukkus] [Producer(s): Will Tell] [Intro: A.B.] Heh. Uh. Nah'mean? All my niggas out there, you heard. I ain't forgetting nobody, you heard? Yo [Verse 1: A.B.] Isolator isolate your rhymes in isolation Hypnostein hypnotize the crowd by population Ruk'll tour so raw when called [?] Avalanchian, no store for brawl. Quite far From small. LSP blows holes in doors, [?] keep A nickel-plated four-four, [?] break your jaw Stretch'll lay the law, Mez stay taking yours. FU, you feeling me? 'Cause these corny rappers killing me, [?] Will it be? Smoke so much trees, they call him Munchie [?] one thing, we only bust rap for one team So we keep our funds clean. Block and Will'll run things Cause illusions like Copperfield. I'm bumping [Interlude 1: Cron Hypnostein] What you want? [Verse 2: Cron Hypnostein] I'll be a Dutch—busy to twist. Bounce Dizzy to this, get grizzly with this, confetti to mix Get ready for hits, [?] to spit, bust face Laced on bellies and shit [?] Already a vict'. Open your eyes, get ready for this I know they're heavy and shit. Think steady, equip Ready to flip, bury the bitch in snow Cemetery for this. It's now or never [?]. Here's how you Settle the biz: feeling risky, gamble it all You know how to ball? Then you know how to fall Raw empires collapse with son steaming in sack Keep dreaming to that, keep fiending to pack Keep weed in a black Backwood in Iraq hoods Buy their hoods like I should, motherfuckers [Verse 3: Ces] Yo, I'm getting pissed off by the minute. Your clique's soft And if they flip off, I doubt they finish. We're all about spinach Greenbacks and big faces. While my niggas lean Back, y'all just get cases. I know y'all cats seen Our gats. Now we spit razors, split aces Playing 21 Blackjack just to flip patrons And if you clog it, I'll clear it out like Vicks Vapors Trick wages where niggas known as chick-takers Player-haters get blown, thrown by regulators Heavyweighters get thrown up in incinerators Renovate your home with known penetrators To eliminate your bones and dome, imitator Aggravator. You an exaggerator. Moving as Fast as nature, blast your maker, then assassinate ya Elaborate a thought, then rapidly act And if I spit a skit, shit, then it has to be fat Tracking these cats with gats. Now the casualties stack Gradually clap anatomies attacking me back [Verse 4: Roy Rukkus] What the fuck? Put a sock in it, ho 'Fore I put my cock in it, ho. I'm hot with the flow Is you hot with it? No! You never [?] Trying to flock with a crow, you'll get dropped on your dome I'll stop, drop in 'fore I drop with a clone I'm a ox with a ox in my pocket for foes And I'll ox you, rub your fucking knot on a stone Get a Glock, get it cocked. You'll get popped and I'm gone I'ma blow like snot through a nose. Son, I'm gross and Atrocious and roasting you chochas for smoking For boasting. (Blao!) Revoke 'em and soak 'em (Blao!) Leaving you wet like a roach in a ocean (Ow!) I approach, cut 'em open. Fuck with me I'll buck 50 a nigga, call it a token Pop shit, get your eye poked in. Fuck a Glock Clip. Rope 'em, watch a nigga die choking Bitch, didn't I tell you to shut up? Do you Want me to stick this pick through your butt, slut? (Huh?) Or do you want your man who blew the fuck up? Or do you Want this fool who ate and threw the fuck up? (Huh?) Want war? We could do it up, punk Put a few in your gut and a few in your cunt Don't try to blame him when you the fuckup Niggas hardcore? Niggas want to ruin us? What?