How We Chill Pt. II

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rhymefest] Well, aiyyo – what's up, JUICE? It's about time that we set it straight And show these other cities how to represent and regulate This is how we chill, putting pressure on the featherweights That couldn't go for broke if they resided in a Section 8 I laugh at y'all that say my city's only basketball Windy Hip-Hop'd date you back to the neanderthal, hey And y'all niggas don't wanna spark me I can hit a rhythm and split 'em just from the drums of my heartbeat, yo I can't deny, I live and die for the streets of Chi' But there's more than meets the eye than pimping hoes and getting high You do-or-die, but you could live and do the same thing My brain sings, I feel like a puddle that's headed mainstream And when I get there, radio will give me more play But then I'll be shy to talk crime like Rappin' 4-Tay You know my forté And pretty soon, I'm headed your way Like Malcolm X, clenching on my Glock through the doorway [Verse 2: J.U.I.C.E., Rhymefest] See, I decapitate these rappers in an instant Track 'em down with persistence My sniper fire hit that nigga from a distance JUICE, he brought the armageddon Fuck Visine, I'll put the red in Hold him steady, 'cause I'm ready to behead 'em Take me light? Don't make me fight Fuckin' with the Fest and JUICE? Damn right I'll leave a shaky hand and shaky mics So never test this brown brother, 'cause it's hopeless And I'ma grow, 'cause I was planted with the seeds of dopeness I'll break your bones, bro And send these rappers runnin' to the Jenny Jones Show So you can let your boys back home know That I'm the microphone pro – (What?) Professional Always lock the joint and stay on-point like a decimal, bro You're too slow to go, you need to slow your roll I'll amputate your ankles, ain't no going toe-to-toe And don't test the status, simply just the baddest When I innovate, I hit a switch, rappers disintegrate Plus these other brothers can't come with no rebuttal They fly up in the air, but get blown up like the Shuttle 'Cause JUICE mack right, attract light like photosynthesis Kid, you wack as hell, and I'ma put it in parenthesis No pause or comma 'cause I'ma keep you fearing this You got a question, mark? I'm the nigga here, period [Hook: Rhymefest & J.U.I.C.E.] Dope it is? I am Can you rock? I can You think you're dope? I do This is "How We Chill, Part 2" Dope it is? I am Can you rock? I can You think you're dope? I do This is "How We Chill, Part 2" Dope it is? I am Can you rock? I can You think you're dope? I do This is "How We Chill, Part 2" Dope it is? I am Can you rock? I can You think you're dope? I do This is "How We Chill, Part 2" [Verse 3: Rhymefest] Now I could bang in Little Rock, load the clips into the Glock Go to New York and start busting off lyrical shots, yeah And then head back over to Oakland Do a drive-by, just to make niggas be like, "Cuz, he loc'ing" No joking, then I gots to speed off with my grandma All you see is smoke and hear, "Hootie Hoo!" as I pass Atlanta This is how we chill, so deal with it If I was crack, you Marion Barry niggas would probably still hit it 'Cause in the Wild Onions, you gotta keep coping and scoping And plus I'm into dreaming with my eyes open 'Cause, nowadays, this shit be lethal Forget being equal All I see is all men are created evil And circumstance gon' hurt your chance to advance Y'all ill, these niggas will kill for real, for an ill glance So now I wear bulletproof hats and steel pants (Word) You knock my body down, but my spirit still stands (Yeah) I'll never fall until I simmer all Don't you hear that winter's cough? I'ma calm these brothers down like Demerol Yo, you know the deal on how I feel When I flow for real – rappers say they're dope? They must've drunk a glass of GoldenSeal Because there is no evidence, there's only hesitance Bring all your fucking army, I'ma take out all your regiments [Verse 4: J.U.I.C.E.] I'm at the U.I.C. Pavilion, wearing MC JUICE medallions Brazilian or Sicilian, rip apart your whole battalion These playalistic niggas fall prey to JUICE the Infamous The, Versace-wearing rappers always trying to play some pimps in this biz These record labels sign the most unpresentable Cliques that go Platinum for grabbing on their genitals And every single day, brothers is dying in my midst But all they ever rap about is Alizé and grabbing dicks And you might say, "Who is JUICE to try to check somebody else?" But it do get kind of boring always rapping 'bout yourself And your jewelry and your diamonds You think that shit is rhyming? 'Cause billboards say you climbing?! Every trend has it's timing I ain't saying no names, but why you biting his style? I'll have y'all niggas laying in a casket with your Cristal And all the record-buyers? Y'all be making music choices So why y'all be believin' all these playalistic voices? It's all the same, the big willy wack, the unoriginal Got the record public all believing y'all some criminals Before them record deals, they was broke, and you could check it 'Cause true players don't be have time for making records And no videos They too busy hustling in the zone And if you got so much loot, put out your records on your own And all this East vs. West bullshit need to stop Acting like some little shorties, ain't nobody getting props 'Cause if you was, you wouldn't have to diss no other state No other crew, no other clique, to put some food up on your plate I be like – point blank: this whole fucking industry is wack But these brothers from the 'Go gon' bring that lyricism back (Word) And a lot of y'all may not like the way I'm getting loose So whoever wanna battle, y'all could bring it to the JUICE 'Cause I'm ready, for any emcee trying to attack me Rhymefest is on my side, and, yo, my peoples got my back, G [Hook: Rhymefest & J.U.I.C.E.] Dope it is? I am Can you rock? I can You think you're dope? I do This is "How We Chill, Part 2" Dope it is? I am Can you rock? I can You think you're dope? I do This is "How We Chill, Part 2" Dope it is? I am Can you rock? I can You think you're dope? I do This is "How We Chill, Part 2" And dope it is? I am Can you rock? I can You think you're dope? I do This is "How We Chill, Part 2"