[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
I been here before and I don't mean the last cypher
I'm a pen and pad sniper
When y'all make it rain, it make your lil' stash lighter
When I make it rain, you driving on tough terrain in a lemon with bad wipers
I hear all the noise like mad bikers
Hip-hop making a big stink like if Shaq had diapers
Bunch of half ass liars, with mad hyper reactions to the,, backpack writers
But the pack's back, tigers
Be a hyena that laughs at lions
Let you body something then I snatch that, try 'em
And a left hook will send your lil' snapback flyin'
Put you birds in the dirt like I sacked Matt Ryan
I never tried to be cool, it's just finesse
But as a man there's a few of your moves I must address
Not tryna' judge but, ooh I must confess
Never thought I'd see hip-hop dudes under a dress
But back to me, I'm smooth, one of the best
Better than you, two letters from "U" up on the chest
But no red cape, just redbones in red bottoms
High ready to shred weights in a Redman’s red tape
They see how the God rolling
Gold seven and the car dash crack like Lamar Odom
You hear the bars that my squad holdin'
And BET thank us again for another hard moment, YAOWA
I been here before and I don't mean the last cypher
I'm a pen and pad sniper
When y'all make it rain, it make your lil' stash lighter
When I make it rain, you driving on tough terrain in a lemon with bad wipers
I hear all the noise like mad bikers
Hip-hop making a big stink like if Shaq had diapers
Bunch of half ass liars, with mad hyper reactions to the,, backpack writers
But the pack's back, tigers
Be a hyena that laughs at lions
Let you body something then I snatch that, try 'em
And a left hook will send your lil' snapback flyin'
Put you birds in the dirt like I sacked Matt Ryan
I never tried to be cool, it's just finesse
But as a man there's a few of your moves I must address
Not tryna' judge but, ooh I must confess
Never thought I'd see hip-hop dudes under a dress
But back to me, I'm smooth, one of the best
Better than you, two letters from "U" up on the chest
But no red cape, just redbones in red bottoms
High ready to shred weights in a Redman’s red tape
They see how the God rolling
Gold seven and the car dash crack like Lamar Odom
You hear the bars that my squad holdin'
And BET thank us again for another hard moment, YAOWA
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