Yeah.
This is it, y'all.
Ready?
Step shame on a nigga who tried to run game on the gang.
Recognize things ain't the same where I go.
And who I trust.
And I wonder who a snitch and have one time's coming for us.
Over-bubbling to have a nigga bank rough like Jermaine.
Back in the lab once again.
Yes.
Everything I profit, damn it, I'm going to deposit and put all your cash in my wallet.
Let's go.
Tear and rip without the frame Spit the truth without the game Kick the niggas out the game You sit the grass out the shade I need a new perspective So sometimes I'm ready for a change
Hit California where the weather is ever the same.
Jet flew to Long Beach, direct TV on every plane.
touchdown get up with the strong arms steady gang asia is a beast nigga exhibit got the steady aim calm down got
The streets filled, got the trees ready, man Look at Chase lace the beat, spittin' bigger and better things Khalil got the heat that come down like heavy rain So dope in his track, a nigga couldn't find a better vein I rolled up the rhyme and smoked it, nigga couldn't find a better strain Callin' it strong, cause weak is a song that I never sang Just tell it like it is till every year and it get around When I'm drunk, I get drunk as Lil Jon, Lil Vietnam All that it takes is a little charm, now your girl's on Dizzle Zomp
because this here's a strong on steady production so be warned they should chucks up
Cuff your hoes.
Here them niggas come.
Stop, drop, tuck, and roll.
Somebody got a gun.
No work in your stress, you're off.
Sherman, you're wet.
It took your granny's disability check.
Get it.
I heard you that nigga on the block with the weed and the water that cop.
Yeah, I admit it.
But I'd rather rap explicit.
Performing for the British.
Backstage being bothered by the bitches.
Get to them facts, and it's a shame to spend all day on them video games and not on our business.
Got dope to sell, and you can have it if you want it then.
Come on, girl, let's get up on it.
Shame on the nigga who tried to run game on the gang.
recognize things ain't the same where I go and who I trust.
And I wonder who a snitch and have one time coming for us.
Over-bubbling to have a nigga bank brunt like Jermaine.
That's in the lab once again.
game everything i profit damn it i'm a deposit and put all your cash in my wallet
Let's go.
Into the streets, left hand gripping the wheel of a light.
My right got a grip on the gun in my lap.
Niggas, it's all bad We send rappers back to the lab Then flood the market with Los Angeles crack
Crying down quietly through the act.
You got to deal with the fact that real niggas in the game is back.
From the land of bloods and crips.
Here we go.
Freeway, Victor Watts Towers.
And the world famous Sunset Strip.
In Hollywood, you can catch a quick bar of the stars.
But fuck with us and catch a bar of the gangsters and guards.
In the studio smoking my log.
And I'm kinda getting used to niggas saying I ain't fucking with y'all.
My kush form the heaviest fog.
Sedated in sessions of studying and lessons of master for all.
Carry that hammer like a sword.
I'm a soldier with words.
It's ammunition in the war of the worlds.
You act on what you want.
Pour my drink.
Y'all niggas think.
Weak like a chain in the link.
My brainstorm will form the words that I ain't.
Thinking, sinking your battleship.
My music shake right out of your whip.
Look at your rear view mirror, it's blurry as shit.
outfits galore, rock, guacamole, velours.
Before we go on tour, we hitting the stores.
Toys get fulfilled with lyrics that rip the bill.
Yeah, signed and sealed, delivered with skill.
Top rank, pill and paste.
Get a local kill, break in the bank.
Put all your chips up, sit in my think tank.
The beats ain't.
Bangin' plus your rhymes ain't hangin' with ours Easy to get it, you just spit a few bars Use a mirage
Better yet a stone cold mystery Strong arm officially Banging out hits instantly Constantly Backwards burning up the purple trees
Starving artists rockin' irregardless, puttin' work for free.
Shame on the nigga who tried to run game on the gang.
recognize things ain't the same where I go and who I trust.
And I wonder who a snitch and have one time's coming for us.
Over-bubbling to have a nigga bank rough like Jermaine.
Back in the lab once again.
games.
Everything I profit, damn it, I'ma deposit and put all your cash in my wallet.
Let's go.
That's right, y'all.
Big shouts out to Strong Arms.
Philly, it's Talib Kweli and Planet Asia.
