Beverly Crabs

Lyrics

Meanwhile, the cops continue their search for two suspects, the shooter, and the stabber, who left Funseekers running for their lives (Indistinct chatter) [Verse 1: Cage] 'Brick, that's the name of my Pit Call it Dog Shit Records Brick records, no game of chess, y'all playin' dick checkers Bottle of Mo, no dough, but mo' problems "Dangerous Connection" you and a boy's ass, no condoms Get back to research, get clapped for free merch To cover your bodies with them fake Stestasonic T-shirts Watch me fuck this herb up from the curb up Thrеw his (?) and sick my pit on his bit Kube chew that bird up You speak rеal words, but can't finesse this shit They sent Rebel INS with 9K to inspect this dick Open you eyes tell me what do you see? Could it be E.C.? So you do beats for college hoops on the W.B And you fuckin' with me? I'll have you clipped for a bag of "D" and I'm puffin' it free Pass around your man's powder Get your five fans louder But your bitch don't say shit garglin' Cage's clam chowder In and out her with a New York Frank Let's fight grandson Your pops lotto dough got you lookin' like ransom You think up long Five months later got a linked up song Sound like the vocals are synched up wrong Check, never sellin' 'Esoterrible' for boring, gentle shit Tryna eat off Cage like some nude oriental chick You need a firehose to get that shit off the shelves Left a crumpled up rap trails lost in my twelves Wishin' death on me soundin' like my ex hoe Wasted verses on haters, me and Copy collect those Get milk to sponsor, the "Where's He Been?" tour Came to the rap Mecca and had to cancel every in-store Went to Fat Beats, hopin' to blast a few clips I had to put your ass back in Massachusetts Daddy Poorbucks got you frontin' with his agents Why you bringin' up Pete Nice when you runnin' with his cadence? Tryna pull my dog's collar, my dog hollar Look at Richie Rich, tryna fight a pit with his dog Dollar Leaders of The Weathermen will clap iron Like the Cobra Commander bucking Megatron out the Black Lion [Outro]: And fuck Celph Titled He only mad cus he bites my sloppy seconds You and your label better off gettin' money Off that bitch then come at me(?) (Fuck that) I just shit that out For y'all to feed your face (say grace motherfuckers(?)) Charity is now over (Faggot) It's now over Or at least the raps is (I';ll fuck you up when I see you) 'Haterama Part 2' See you on the street motherfucker!