[Intro]
Gotta bring it to you cowards, y'all wanted it
Cowards, and it's gonna be sicker than all the niggas–
Yeah, uh, look
[Verse 1]
You can tell a nigga like me ain't never had shit
R.I.P., I miss my dawgs like Mike Vick
Zombies in that midnight fog, them bars sick 'em
Fall victim to a gun brawl, started over some bitches, huh
Niggas trippin', they takin' whatever's given
The irony when a nigga's starvin', gotta grip the biscuit
Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out your kitchen
If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits
Feel the kick, fuck a fair catch, kill 'em, who tryna take the hit?
First take go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wess'
On the hip, talkin' shit like Skip
Or Shannon, sharp-shootin' off the top of the cliff
And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be sick
Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks
Zone-6, five fingers with the "Suck my dick"
Me and Izzy was slap-boxin', nigga bust my lip
Start fightin', lil' brother on some tough guy shit
But if you ever did me wrong, he on some "What's right?" shit
Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip
Blood red, rum sippin', they ain't cut like this, momma said
Gotta bring it to you cowards, y'all wanted it
Cowards, and it's gonna be sicker than all the niggas–
Yeah, uh, look
[Verse 1]
You can tell a nigga like me ain't never had shit
R.I.P., I miss my dawgs like Mike Vick
Zombies in that midnight fog, them bars sick 'em
Fall victim to a gun brawl, started over some bitches, huh
Niggas trippin', they takin' whatever's given
The irony when a nigga's starvin', gotta grip the biscuit
Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out your kitchen
If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits
Feel the kick, fuck a fair catch, kill 'em, who tryna take the hit?
First take go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wess'
On the hip, talkin' shit like Skip
Or Shannon, sharp-shootin' off the top of the cliff
And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be sick
Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks
Zone-6, five fingers with the "Suck my dick"
Me and Izzy was slap-boxin', nigga bust my lip
Start fightin', lil' brother on some tough guy shit
But if you ever did me wrong, he on some "What's right?" shit
Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip
Blood red, rum sippin', they ain't cut like this, momma said
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