[Verse 1: Warren G]
Yeah give respect to the trigger finger
I’ve been pushed that line since grade school of fools
Since I touch down bitches they wanna fuck now
But they can’t get it she got ass with a nose like
Pippen, my Pimpin it ain't never scared
My Pimpin it ain't never scared
Got real estate over there and hustle over here
Dare a nigga try to take it he gonna fake it till he make it
Shawty break em like a bracelet that's real talk
Shit don’t you snitch if you get caught
You already know if you do then you dead
And now niggas in the hood trading cush for your baby mama throat
But suck it up bitch deal with it huh
Ain't no glitch in my computer
Bangin beats for the gudda paper planes no hookahs yeah
I'm the driver and the shooter and the taxi
I dare you motherfuckers get at me
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I dare you motherfuckers get at me
(But I take it real back to 1994 listen to me)
[Verse 2: Murs]
See I grow up with the blue team before there was a ustream
Seen a lot of niggas knocked out over shoe strings
Rhyming on these beats since the 90s I’m a factor
Here with this career until i’m in the here after
Classic With this mic like Mike when he was blacker and you
You and remind of me when I was wacker
I read lines and bring drama like a actor
But I’m so Hollywood that you would think that I’m a rapper
You think I got it backwards? It really doesn’t matter
Producer meets the rapper he’s the former I’m the latter
Spacing out this bar so you niggas cloud climb on
I'm proof that you could still make loot and keep your rhymes strong
Burn out the industry as hot as my performance be
The mainstreams dream meets the nightmare of normalcy
The anti of every thing cool
Still most likely to succeed cuz there ain't no rules
Yeah give respect to the trigger finger
I’ve been pushed that line since grade school of fools
Since I touch down bitches they wanna fuck now
But they can’t get it she got ass with a nose like
Pippen, my Pimpin it ain't never scared
My Pimpin it ain't never scared
Got real estate over there and hustle over here
Dare a nigga try to take it he gonna fake it till he make it
Shawty break em like a bracelet that's real talk
Shit don’t you snitch if you get caught
You already know if you do then you dead
And now niggas in the hood trading cush for your baby mama throat
But suck it up bitch deal with it huh
Ain't no glitch in my computer
Bangin beats for the gudda paper planes no hookahs yeah
I'm the driver and the shooter and the taxi
I dare you motherfuckers get at me
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I dare you motherfuckers get at me
(But I take it real back to 1994 listen to me)
[Verse 2: Murs]
See I grow up with the blue team before there was a ustream
Seen a lot of niggas knocked out over shoe strings
Rhyming on these beats since the 90s I’m a factor
Here with this career until i’m in the here after
Classic With this mic like Mike when he was blacker and you
You and remind of me when I was wacker
I read lines and bring drama like a actor
But I’m so Hollywood that you would think that I’m a rapper
You think I got it backwards? It really doesn’t matter
Producer meets the rapper he’s the former I’m the latter
Spacing out this bar so you niggas cloud climb on
I'm proof that you could still make loot and keep your rhymes strong
Burn out the industry as hot as my performance be
The mainstreams dream meets the nightmare of normalcy
The anti of every thing cool
Still most likely to succeed cuz there ain't no rules
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