Quick Draw

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Doap Nixon] Yo, the money is clean, the cars is washed in Now the hood respect me, the bols is stoppin' But I ain't into makin' friends with the next chick I'm trynna put a quarter mil' of gems in my necklace I'm gettin' cocky but Papi, not pussy Blue strip, block up the cookie then you chop it and push it Uh, like Chemistry, better yet a game show All it take is one good spin then your name blows But the jealousy gon' come like puberty First it's, "Who is he?", then their looks be scrutiny Some cats can take it, I love it, I want more of it But once it stop, you flock, you better score quick Car seas touring feeling like my life changed Slight strange, getting head up in the White Range These snake Labels really buggin' fo'real Pardon self, fake niggas really buggin' for deals [Verse 2: Crypt the Warchild] These niggas acting like it can't happen I blast rappin', I pass rappin' Demand action, last dragon, the last laughing Demand ransom; find dirt to get my hands in Outerspace, Q-Demented, we back at it again Right hand so hot it can splatter the pen Your team use to be the shit, what happened to them? And paying top dollars to capture these gems Converted Christians waiting for this Rapture to end Each flow is Maserati not raggedy Benz Will we ever sell out? Now that'll depend I got a daughter to feed, a baby boy to raise Expensive Henny habit, they need toys to play What's the difference between me and you mang? You get pushed around, get ridiculed and... I'ma fuckin' giant, you miniscule men Y'all niggas hate y'all lives, you pitiful, damn! [Verse 3: Lawrence Arnell] It's obvious that you ain't heard about me If you did you wouldn't be using them words around me So before we move on, I'll introduce myself My name is Lawrence but you can call me Mr. Arnell The sickest rapper since aluminum foil I don't play games but I got toys for you The SRT the Blue Dodge Ram Can I burn gas money? Yes ya can!!! Shit the stages ain't safe once I get on the mic And your face just ain't safe; you don't say what I like If you need me, come see me, I'm neon green You can't miss me, red-dots and laser beams I played for the team that's playing for the ring Outerspace, Q-D, we running the scene Got my head in the game and y'all bout to see 'Cause King Kong, ain't got shit on me, ya heard! [Verse 4: Planetary] No match for the Jewel of the Nile I break necks and take checks from whoever's around I take calls if there's money involved But no dough mean no show, dawg I can't evolve I think you niggas got a problem to solve If not, save up chips and stop playing with dolls This is grown man rap in my zone Nasdaq No clones, more homes, I control that stack Q-D got a point to prove In the lab with sixteen's do a joint then move Believe or not my team too hot I'ma giant, I step up on your team and rock Nigga! I don't like no cords on my mic So let me introduce my Liquid Swords to your life And my wife only Built 4 Cubans This is Verbal Intercourse and you can't stop the movement