Shit Done Got Real Ace Hood (Ft. Busta Rhymes & Yelawolf)

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Mother fuck this industry
God bless my enemies
Too many lame niggas try’na speak
Till they find a beat, it don’t bother me
But um
Any nigga can’t rap, get him out ASAP
Talkin’ about their trappin’ again
Hopped in the booth
I’ve been the truth
Got proof
Guess who was the popular kid?
Ya it’s me in a drop top with a Glock out
Pop shots in the back of your head
Aimin’ at your esophagus
Don’t count on survivin’ the lead
See I’m so pissed off to the litter
Like a flow with the riddle
Let her ass cheek giggle
Ima dog and I’m all in the middle
Fuck her, ran her, got balls all in ‘em
What!?
Damn ma’ can’t call up a nigga
Bust that real fast for all of my niggas?
Gotta man? Well it’s fuck that nigga
I’m good anywhere like I’m SunPassin’ ‘em
God damn my flow so amazin’
Ask renegades, they can quote that statement
Your bitch wanna have my babies
Nigga fuck you, pay me