Cypha

Lyrics

Nick Wiz ft. Cella Dwellas ft. Sean Price - "Cypha" [Emcee(s): Phantasm, Sean Price, and U.G.] [Producer(s): Nick Wiz (Same Instrumental as Nick Wiz - "Lava")] [Verse 1: Phantasm] Duke, don't even get your crew amped Them dudes can't fuck with Dwellas and Boot Camp—bet you Cash or food stamps some real street action figures Come complete with big gats and triggers Big caps for niggas. Duck Down when these soldiers Come around. Bucktown is where I rest So hold me down. Check my man P—he sells Caravans for cheap, wrecks beef with techniques That's antique. Let this man speak and spit raps Then kickback and eat a KitKat whilе you chitchat On how my shit's wack. CDs don't stop 'Til the end. And run, go tell your friеnd. Fuck it, and we're Coming again (Ha!) [Verse 2: Sean Price] Ayyo, you can't manage this The boss scandalous from here to Los Angeles Ruckus tossing the random shit, but can you get with that nigga Tawl Sean manuscript? Man, you shit all up in your pants When the cannon click. Man, I flip on niggas For no apparent reason, squeezing shots at you heathens To stop you from breathing. Call the cops 'cause he's bleeding I think he needs some CPR. See, we are the illest niggas Out that's on your TV, pa. When you see me, pa Better have your fucking shit straight. You're fifth, mate. Nobody move I think your shit fake, you fishcake. Whenever the fuck Ruck dictate, the shit rate higher than shows Made by Rick Lake. Yo, lick eight shots at Them niggas who be fucking with international, Irrational B-I-G Ruckus, bitch. Enough of this talking. I'm ready To start setting shit. Peep the etiquette of a nigga That's known for wetting shit [Verse 3: U.G.] UG bodies tracks I whip cats like blacks in Amistad Hold gats like guards in armored cars, I rip Squads with Ruck and 'em, Rock put a slug in 'em If we wasn't rap stars, we'd be mugging 'em Fuck that. I bust gats, son, I'm reckless When the TEC spits, it drops squares like Tetris Trample like Jerome Bettis, rap specialist You'll think John Woo directed it the way I edit shit With gunplay, my funds stay stacked, nigga One day, I'll sway in Ac' Vigors My back to the track, niggas, I'll slap niggas tasteless A Masta like Ace is with rap pages—what?!?