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Ah shit, S-T-A-T-I-K, selecta
Let's go to work
R-E-K-S, check, one, bounce
M-S-E, check, two, come on
Mix, S-P-O-T, three, '82
This one for the round o'clock ghetto cats puttin' in work
For my dogs livin' under the dirt
For the shorties never offerin' smirks
To fake willies who claim millies who just really ain't shit
This one for your six or your hooptie, your miss or your groupie
Your typical hoochie who be lovin' the dick
This one for the clique, for my squad, my dogs, the road hogs, y'all
Mad state family, empire canopy
Can it be time? Can a clan with such insanity shine?
Put my lion pride on the line, silence to the mind
If I don't succeed then what you need?
R-E in the blood, Cory in the club
Reed liquor, effect resemble when the weed hit ya
These niggas ain't dealin' with a lot of cheese
If you please pass the cash like "facts, man"
So don't act brand new to this like "who bought shit?"
Watch me maneuver this, two-fifths of fury fit Cory to the T
Stay loyal to my brother if he loyal to me
That's loyalty forever if you rollin' with C
You need a lift, love?
Come on, and just bounce
Holler at the kings of rap shit
My broads in the thongs to them dogs who pack clips
Ma, you look marvelous, freak on this, bounce
Make your neck jerk, let's go to work
Holler at the kings of rap shit
My broads in the thongs to them dogs who pack clips
Ma, you look marvelous, freak on this, bounce
Make your neck jerk, let's go to work
We addictive like chocolate, this what the topic is
Man, when we go to work, we burn like apocalypse
This be the quota, need to get your motor skills in order
Stop walkin', y'all has-beens is over
We campaign cause we better than Gods, we better than Gods
We campaign, Henny and 'dro
Guzzle down by the pint or sippin' it slow
Long as you bent, that's it, classic selection
Let's get it crackin' in here
The pack is back, another cut like shears
Put you out of business like Lechmere, who really cares?
'Bout your funny style music, what the fuck, how you do it?
Think I'mma crack a smile to it and give you a pound for it? Shit
You must be buggin' off that shit you be smokin'
Or chickens is cluckin' and gassin' up your ass for nothin'
You just a bitch-ass nigga, grow some brass, nigga
And when you're nice, holler, I'm with Styles in Andover
Come on, and just bounce
Holler at the kings of rap shit
My broads in the thongs to them dogs who pack clips
Ma, you look marvelous, freak on this, bounce
Make your neck jerk, let's go to work
Holler at the kings of rap shit
My broads in the thongs to them dogs who pack clips
Ma, you look marvelous, freak on this, bounce
Make your neck jerk, let's go to work
It's Ripshot, lightin' mics from T's up
And forever the terror that might beat you up
I might frighten your ear, you like to eat 'em up
You better than Rip? This spot is funny as me and a wifebeater
You the type to drink wine coolers and white tea cups
Your rhyme maneuver's wack since you sliced Pete's butt
You yellow like pee in a cup
Vocals fraud flows, funny as local award shows
I've been doin' my thing since Ricky D was a foreigner, yo
Lord knows, raw flows that I'm possessin' is hot
I rep Worchester where they be wettin' they locks
And I'mma be blowin' up like Red, Meth, and a box
This one veteran rocks, don't be fuckin' with me
I'm a Porsche, you a bucket MC, Proof forever
Mixed in U-T-Z will ruin the effort
Careers, we doin' it better, like, like you gotta
Come on, and just bounce
Holler at the kings of rap shit
My broads in the thongs to them dogs who pack clips
Ma, you look marvelous, freak on this, bounce
Make your neck jerk, let's go to work
Holler at the kings of rap shit
My broads in the thongs to them dogs who pack clips
Ma, you look marvelous, freak on this, bounce
Make your neck jerk, let's go to work