[BIG WY]
Uh
I'm really not a rapper, man
I don't know why these niggas be bumpin' their gums
Just another spread of the hustle
Streets forced me to do this shit so fuck it (Say that, say that)
[BIG WY]
The preacher's at the altar
Your time is gettin' smaller
What I bring to you is like the weight of the rock of Gibraltar (Say what?)
Mr. Inglewood, Blood, you's a goddamn lie
'Cause the whole town confirmed you were scared of "NA'GUY"
Break Bread Mafia, nigga, watch me close
You know what happen to bread when it's heated, it turn to toast
And when the crumbs crumble (What?)
You wanna squash it and be humble (You wanna squash it?)
All right meet me at the sherm smoke out at the park at the Jungles
Keep "The Bottoms" out your mouth or get turned to a ghost
I'll kill you and fall out and cry with your folks
I got a gangsterism track record
To incriminating to be put on the tracks and
We puttin' out records (Say what?)
We The Relativez (yeah)
Plus Nuttz the Thief
Break Break is the Taliban, political voice of the streets
You had CJ, The Comrads and Squeak Ru
Except for K-Mack, your whole roster was harder than you
You niggas is T.V
You niggas don't believe in me (Yeah)
And I'mma dump like the real song you bought from G
I'm a gangsterism over kill
Pistol no holdster steel
Bustin' out the G DeVille
Buga behind the wheel
Nigga, you ain't a gangsta, you's a tattoo freak
You ain't from Queen Street, nigga, you from Beat Street
This shit is deeper than Romeos and croker sacks
This for the life 'cause real Bloods that lay it down on their track
Who nickel and dimin', huh, Blood, you funny
You went from CEO to a artist deal for Cash Money
Nigga, you need a pacifier
When it comes to rap you need to retire
Nigga, you just rap behind, my niggas practice rapid fire
With the kings of Inglewood, nigga, you can't win
The Relativez Mafia, nigga, fuck Mack 10
Uh
I'm really not a rapper, man
I don't know why these niggas be bumpin' their gums
Just another spread of the hustle
Streets forced me to do this shit so fuck it (Say that, say that)
[BIG WY]
The preacher's at the altar
Your time is gettin' smaller
What I bring to you is like the weight of the rock of Gibraltar (Say what?)
Mr. Inglewood, Blood, you's a goddamn lie
'Cause the whole town confirmed you were scared of "NA'GUY"
Break Bread Mafia, nigga, watch me close
You know what happen to bread when it's heated, it turn to toast
And when the crumbs crumble (What?)
You wanna squash it and be humble (You wanna squash it?)
All right meet me at the sherm smoke out at the park at the Jungles
Keep "The Bottoms" out your mouth or get turned to a ghost
I'll kill you and fall out and cry with your folks
I got a gangsterism track record
To incriminating to be put on the tracks and
We puttin' out records (Say what?)
We The Relativez (yeah)
Plus Nuttz the Thief
Break Break is the Taliban, political voice of the streets
You had CJ, The Comrads and Squeak Ru
Except for K-Mack, your whole roster was harder than you
You niggas is T.V
You niggas don't believe in me (Yeah)
And I'mma dump like the real song you bought from G
I'm a gangsterism over kill
Pistol no holdster steel
Bustin' out the G DeVille
Buga behind the wheel
Nigga, you ain't a gangsta, you's a tattoo freak
You ain't from Queen Street, nigga, you from Beat Street
This shit is deeper than Romeos and croker sacks
This for the life 'cause real Bloods that lay it down on their track
Who nickel and dimin', huh, Blood, you funny
You went from CEO to a artist deal for Cash Money
Nigga, you need a pacifier
When it comes to rap you need to retire
Nigga, you just rap behind, my niggas practice rapid fire
With the kings of Inglewood, nigga, you can't win
The Relativez Mafia, nigga, fuck Mack 10
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