Cannot Fuck With These Gangstas OG Kid Frost (Ft. Bad Boy (Rapper) & Scoop DeVille)

[Bad Boy] Me and muh'fucker just flew in from the doomville Sinatra
My baggage got lost
Frost got a ticket, and uh, my turn to shoot on my ones
Oh no
Now I'm sittin' here arguin' with Scoop
Bout what kind of brands we should wear
To the motherfuckin'-
Oh
We recordin'?
[Scoop] Yeah, man
[Bad Boy] Hold on
[Scoop] Yeah

[Verse 1: Bad Boy (Scoop DeVille in background)]
You see, I rock beats like coke, crack
Hope the dope's back (Yeah)
And no crack, the pinks ran the place, took the whole sack
But hold that
You bitchmade, I put the whole payday
Which ridin' with Scoop D-vizzle through East L.A
The eses (Yeah, ey, ey)
These tees, they heat them cannons
You see the truth is before Frost, reachin' valleys
I reach ya, faggots
I spit flame to kick, made
Some big change, I'm livin' rap tricks, til six grade
I pimp hoes since my Ph.D days
I rock, bitch, off some E-A-C quakes
And boom
My tombstone should read these words
You see, my life should define what my CD's worth
My B.G. words
Are some like an easy verse (Choly brizzown)
Known some faggots on this beastly churps
But bet I'm fly
I'm blowin' everyday I write
We can flow, blow for blow, we could straight up fight (WHOOP! WHOOP!)
You punk bitch
You broke, you can hate all night
With ya swamp meet throwback and your K-Mart Nikes
So quit rappin'
This time, I'm a do you bitches (Yeah)
And put a wrap to this music business
You bitches