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Two Cups
Young Pappy
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R.I.P. to my big brother Two
2 Cups, huh
We the realest niggas 'round here
Reportin' live from the Pole, where it's cold
If he ainโt from the Pole where it's cold, donโt come down here (Folk)
Just come 'round here, get found here
Another body turn his mommy's smile to a frown here
Huh, Iโm gettin' tired of this lifestyle
That 30 with me, ain't nobody tryna fight now (Nah)
Applyin' pressure, not a nigga up in sight now (Fuck)
Up the pipe on him, make a goofy nigga pipe down
That ice on me, bling blow, they be like: "Wow!"
It's time to turn up, nigga, no mo' Mr. Nice Guy (Let's get it)
I donโt pop molly really, but today, I might try
They took my big brother Mensa, Iโm thinkin' like: "Why?"
Was it the money? Was it the cars?
Was it the way he was stuntin'? Was he flexin' too hard?
Was it the way he was finessin'? Tryna stack or starve
โCause every time he see a nigga, wanna hear some bars
Like: "Pap, you go harder than piranha"
Yo' father, yo' momma, yo' mom momma, never knew my pop
Father was one of the only niggas condonin' in my drama
So if you gon' smoke for me, I want you to pour for me up two
For my big brother Two
'Cause, man, that nigga had the juice
They lookin' at me, like: "Shoot!"
I'm lookin' at โem, like: "Who?" (The fuck?)
The fuck you think Iโm finna do?
You think Iโm finna stop now?
Boy, hell nah, Iโm gon' blow
'Cause he'd did the same thing for me
Iโd do the same shit for bro
I catch a opp and I'ma score
'Cause niggas know and bitches know (Niggas know!, letโs go!)
Nigga, I'm rollin' through my city, nigga, all I see is crime
Everybody say they know me, everybody lyin' (Niggas lyin')
And ain't nobody lane-checkin', everybody drivin' (Drivin')
And everybody poled up, so everybody firin'
Better get a gun! (Pole)
Boy, they say P.B.G. them niggas, they ain't been for none (None)
I keep it on me, on my homie, I ain't finna run (Nah)
Concealed up in my Gucci belt, I tote the biggest gun (Boom)
So if a nigga run up on me, I'ma get 'em done (Let's get it)
My flow tighter than virgin vagina
I'm tellin' 'em: "I'ma make it!", they lookin' like: "No, liar!"
I'm leanin' just like a Cholo, ainโt talkin' โbout Flo Rida
These rappin' niggas is sweet, I'm just fiendin' for more cider (Sweet)
From the city the murder capital everybody know about Chiraq
Money, hoes, dope, I can't go without (Dope)
And they got the nerve to tell me Iโm a motor mouth
But all this shit I rap about, my team and 'nem gon' go about (Let's get it)
So I'ma ball hard 'til the day that I get slaughtered
And shout out to them hitters that be still thuggin' on Lawrence
And nigga, I ain't stoppin' 'till the day I'm in a coffin
And my shirt, it say "Pink Dolphin"
Hoes up on me, get 'em off me now (Now)
I can look in your eyes and tell you fake, homie (Fuck)
Fuckin' his main bitch, that's 'posed to be your main homie (The fuck?)
It's been them same 10-year niggas that done changed on me
Boy, you must be talkin' to the Jakes, you actin' strange, homie
Where the trust at? (Huh), Where the love at? (Huh)
I'll give up all of my money to get 2 Cups back (Bro)
I need some dope, I need some bud, where is Bud at? (Dope)
No swimming pool for the liquor, where the flood at? (Let's get it)
He front-center, look at the camera, and there go Mensa
Say: "Niggas know!", he point his fingers like they gon' remember (Niggas Know!)
I take ring off, been gettin' money right off my dinner
Just to let bro 'nem I remember that day in December, 2
They take my big brother Two
And, man, that nigga had the juice
They lookin' at me, like: "Shoot!"
I'm lookin' at 'em, like: "Who?"
The fuck you think Iโm finna do?
You think I'm finna stop now?
Boy, hell nah, I'm gon' blow
'Cause he'd the same thing for me
I'd do the same shit for bro
I catch a Dale and it's score
'Cause niggas know and bitches know
You gon' remember for life!
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