Look at the way they're hating on usLike we got a deal already, steady as we goI could have been the one to tell 'em that we didn'tBut it's hit and go, yeah get a doseCes in the building, better be gone 'fore we blow the roof off of this M.F'erI don't wanna get sidetracked, in a Maybach, blowing dope wit' dem heffersI'm a handful, so is Ubi so it's like your fucking with a pair of double D'sI've been screaming out the shit I mean aboutAnd all I got to say is "Motherfuck emcees"Hit 'em and buckle kneesGet 'em in line, I'm about to go spam on em' and I'm on a rollCould it have been the reason why you acting like a bitch?Pussy popping on a poleWhat am I doing here? Why do I do's it? I could say it's all about the musicBut I'd be lying if I said I wasn't trying to stack a couple of racksAnd that's amusement to 'emLook at the way we do 'em, killer city cannibal with CannonballGet you open like a can opener, the Kan-Kan-Kansas City shuffle y'allI ain't been around the block a lot, I'm not the sharpest pencil in the boxStill I'm knowin' enough to get the shit to popYeah I'm blowing up and up, lifting offWhy you lippin' off? Watch it dudeDo you know, who in the fuck you talking to?Ces clipping up and ready to lock on youIt's not a lot to say, a lot to doOpportunity knocked and I'm knocking youOut the way you're way out of pocket dudeAnd I don't give a fuck if you're sick as fuckIf you spit at us, I'll clip your nutsIf your upper lip so much as ripple upIf you're soft I can help you stiffen upWhat you talking 'bout, ain't shit to usYeah I'm talking down to you, listen up, punkIs it true that ain't shit changed? Listen to the way it bangducing you to what is new and everybody will agree it's StrangeHit 'em with a klick clack bang, talking gotta get back, manWe don't wanna gotta go to war, never more, let me do my goddamn thangWhat am I an oddity? I ought to beWe the two to take it to another levelI'm in another lane, on some other planePeople say I probably parlay with the DevilParlay with myself, makes a lot of senseMake some motherfucker gotta hop the fenceI show up in all black, at the party bloody hands like I just forgot to rinseMagnetism I attract the oppositesBack in the day I used to want to chop a bitchNow I'm keeping it clean the crib's pristineLike I hired George PapadopoulosLock your lips, y'all been in a coma on us honestlyI know the weather better pack a number-brella fella y'all are hella crayLook up, the snake and bat are travelin' that-away, have a good dayI can see it in the way you running aroundRunning your mouth, talking all the timeLaying me down inside a coffin, all for why?Mad at us for catapulting off the N9ne!Why you broken up and crying?Wipe away your tears, open up your eyesWhy you leaning all up in my lights?Scheming on my plates, soaking up the shine?Look at the size of this table, it's giant room enough for both of us to dineHanger Steak with a side of asparagus, a glass of Copolofer wineSober up before you try and roll with us, you must be Robitussin highThinking you know what's up with us, but know that I am focused on my grindBlowing up, goodbye!Who am I? The heavy handed healer, here we goI keep a couple in the clip for y'allWe can get it popping, that's the only optionGuess I'm shooting from the fucking hip at y'allCut you open, hoping somebody gotta Sham-wow, blood about to hit the wallI can see it coming cousin like I'm staring back at youFrom inside a crystal ballThis is all for youBut do you remember when you fronted on us when we did the interview?What? You forget to do your job?You were pawning me, now I'm pimping youYou were on to me, now I'm into youAnd it ought to be peaceful, but when you chooseHanging dirty laundry over dinner, oohHonestly it's inde-indefensableHead of the class, fucking up the principleGot 'em ingesting hella deadly chemicalsI'm gonna go as far as saying we ain't playingAnd we got 'em by the fucking genitalsI'm gonna hit 'em with the binding resolutionGetting biblical with every clip I pullTake a seat with y'all, have a sip with youI've been eating y'all, now I'm getting fullShitting better, get the stool softenerLook at 'em, 'bout to break the blade off in herI don't remember anything after getting swill and highSwear to God, occiferOften heard (heard!) The Ces seldom seenBy the studio time that I sell a dreamTell 'em leave before the game get into youHell of a fee to pay, my soul is sinner proofIt's your move
