Eazy The Block Captain vs. Aye Verb lyrics

[Round 1: Eazy The Block Captain]
Yo, hello?
Ayo...I'm good? I'm good? (Yeah!)
Ayo, L.A., what up? (What up?)
The Block Cap' finally made it, n*gga
Y'all know we gotta-
No, f*ck that - let's get straight to these (payments, n*gga)
We got a dilemma here
That he been so sh*tty as of late that if he do a little good, y'all might debate this
Let's not do that
Because he ass, and we just prayin' that he change it
So the problem is they measure they status and they skill as the same sh*t
But it's not, doe
We gotta face it
That these god-tier n*ggas got limitations
Like we seen this movie for years
Just to realize his whole story revolve around a b*tch like The Matrix!
Bro, that's basic!
Y'all no longer opps - n*gga, y'all payments
Before this rap sh*t, it was trap sh*t and cases
No smut on my name!
They talk about E news!? It's for entertainment!
I been through every situation!
Even survived attack in cells like inflammation
First time that I seen my daughter was on visitation
Mom raised three boys, one girl
Call her a b*tch, your whole face'll get renovated
Bro, we Gs, n*gga
Same sh*t that I have shown will be seen at my sister station
If I get invasive wit' this judge, you won't make it to litigation
You got the mind of a b*tch, and all you need is some good conversation
Let's talk about it
The way you look at life be triflin'
Views is slighted
It's like fairytale vers' drivin' to the connect wit' no license
I'm talkin' Spider-Man
Alarm me wit' my gun, my senses heightened
The type of plugs I meet?
Clubhouse: you gotta get invited!
You show female tendencies 'cause the pus*y and the b*tch in you be fightin'!
n*gga, I'm so direct
(I- he- man, f*ck outta here!)
You show female tendencies 'cause the pus*y and the b*tch in you be fightin'
n*gga, I'm so direct
I be in Missouri wit' it, sweep the scene
See Verb and Hitman...(*click*) clean the beam
One of them died
Rammed to a Cardinal
Y'all know St. Louis can't keep a team!
You ain't even worth respect!
Perfect left!
Geek Squad: work the TEC (tech)!
Smokin' a n*gga got me a birth defect!
First 48 hours critical!
Once they get to the Block, ain't no searchin' left
"To stop livin'" or "to die" is usually the verb of Death
Bro, ain't it weird?
I was here, y'all was there
You look up - (*snap*) - I'm right here?
HUH!? (x6)
I'm right here!
Now y'all lookin' like bodies from my tier
Caregiver: the grams I got under my care
Put the piece (peace) upon you
We idolize Gods here
Chess wanted you to shoot you 'cause your vibes weird
That's why I'm here
So takin' Chess piece the only time I get off my square
Bro, it's some flaws in there
The real n*gga in you is hardly there
And him and that b*tch inside of you is strugglin' to get along in there
Plus the struggle made me sell crack 'cause I had it hard in there
f*ck Showtime
This .50 makin' stars (Starz) out here
COVID don't even hit the same!
We double-take if a n*gga coffin (coughin') there
You let battle rap change your tempo
Cop-ass n*gga, profile people without info
Tempur-Pedic: I feel comfort when I end souls (insoles)
We ten toes
No more individual sales, we streamin' to the Distro'
'Til the pockets swollen like a lymph node
Catch him 1 in the morning, time of death will be a intro!
I see Verb in my scopes
The imaginary friend I thought I had was my ghost
Clean silent kills was the only time I put avocado on my toast
I put pain on my folks
Cops came in, remodeled the crib
The work in that apartment was what made a con, though (condo)
Some of the charges we get?
We gotta deliver up our passports
I'll smack boul, that's Candyman
You better watch what you ask (axe) for
Bro, I come off the porch wit' it
Wit' a new Tommy, 'cause I was forced wit' it
The game y'all gave me, I reversed it
Now y'all go in the morgue wit' it
I study y'all, plus play dumb: goaltending
You know I accept these plates given
How can you be fire and kinda wack?
I sold substance so white
That's why I'm allowed to make lines wit' that
Salisbury steak meals, we had a lot of that
All that means, we had to be hungry, man (Hungry-Man) so we could value packs
Tribulations is where my trials was at
Allah watchin' me was a notification if they followed back
I'll pull up in that Explorer
Marco Polo: I'm tryna discover where that Island at!
n*gga, that death had been requested
Granted!
Is you a legend!?
Do he got it?
Every time I enter a venue, I've been tested
Kill a vegan, then get the body washed in Herbal Essence
Bro, your group is not a root
To your sh*t, n*gga, that's your lesson
It's individual checks, goin' Dutch, y'all payin' separate
I will hit a lick
Two ki's, got no mask, you gotta finish it
If you know they after you, Ozark
That mean both birds (Byrds) done got you in the sh*t
Had so many fiends at one time, we had to cut 'em
We was doin' scrimmages
I know Verb well - it describe the state of my sentences
There's only one n*gga that know my secret, and that's under attorney-client privileges!
Y'all sleep on me!? Huh!?
Y'all sleep on me?
None of them other n*ggas could do it
They sent the vegan to come beef wit' me?
Strap under the '02 Johnny, now it got heated seats
Bro, this woulda been declined if they didn't pay my fee
Raise my heat!
Gun on Verb, Yoshi screamin' out, "AYE, WHY, E!?" (A-Y-E)
I mean, there's nights I was a goner!
You the type to lose your weight wit' the heat like a sauna
All the money I made off SMACK, I had to battle for him to see California
So when you talk about puttin' somebody in a child place, you still gotta come to the corner
n*gga, it's Gutta
[Round 1: Aye Verb]
Son, your past opponents got you thinkin' that you're bulletproof, son...
They was just playin' and bangin' wit' prop cannons
I do military shot damage
These rounds that I brewed remind me of 7.62's
'Cause 7.62's known to chew through Eazy (easy) like cotton candy
Sadly, you drug dealers can't beat me
Y'all cards get pulled
I walk through the front door of y'all traps and pet y'all pitbulls
Eeeee-ERRRT!
Surf sounds when he's breakin' in your spot
I'm the other sound
The sound when you walk in the cell, see your opp, then the door lock
(*click*)
New n*ggas use this sound when they playin' wit' your Glocks
(*slap-slap*)
I tell a b*tch, "Come here. You the b*tch - it's time to get dog-walked!"
I'm tall-loc'ed
Bloodline of the warlocks
One of us gon' sit in the Hall of Fame, Eazy, and you're not
Say whatever, boul, but I am cemented forever sure
When you open your mouth, stick to the root, dawg
This crown you could never pull
"Talk different?"
This a war
What the f*ck are we talkin' FOR!?
The cloth I'm cut from, clearly this wool you have not worn
n*gga, chalkin' floors do nothin' for us
Them ain't rewards
Watchin' a n*gga die slow while he breathin' means so much more
No reaction while we rappin'!
Tonight, we respect the floor!
King, I'm 'bout to drag yo' boy like the first scenes in the movie Troy!
f*ck gettin' even!
Up that scope and we up the score!
ROC, I don't give a f*ck WHAT it look like!
n*gga, that's a BOY!
Yeah!
I'm reppin' mine
Cocaine Veezy, I'm weaponized
Take one of mine 'til I take five, it's not reconciled
I'll put a bag over you
Y'all got a lil' lettuce, I'll let it fly
Y'all better step aside...like the first step in the 'lectric Slide
Or get electrified
Your class is, pure lackin', like, four tactics
But y'all camouflage it wit' forced rappin' and FLOOR-SLAPPIN'!
You can't match me when we both start rappin' upstairs, BOY!
'Cause you gotta climb up there
Me? I gotta fly up there
'Cause my upstairs? pus*y, they don't even make stairs FOR!
I'm a Gemini
Air sign, I'm airborne
For the fans that show me love, you must show them they care more
Therefore, you better say somethin', n*gga, so tell 'em somethin'
BULLsh*t!
I'm not buyin' - can't sell me nothin'!
n*gga, full clip!
Keep that quiet or it shall (shell) be somethin'
A nothin' can't tell me nothin'!
Mothaf*cka!
Yeah!
You talkin' to the youth
At least you can teach n*ggas
Before they squeeze a pistol
Scratch the serial on that b*tch 'til it feel like it's peanut brittle
Young n*ggas, don't listen to him!
He misinformed ya
We need more doctors and lawyers - get your diplomas!
Go be cops so you inform us when y'all informants start spinnin' corners
I bet you get your bag and get some packs in, yeah?
Boy, I stack that bread
Call Smack'nem ask
I don't touch my front end until my back end land
I'm y'all Diablo
And the blow y'all been sellin' el garbo
(*ptoo*)
Forehead kiss 'fore you sent to the Cosmos
Shotgun wit' the wide nose: n*gga nostrils!
Play Spin the Bottle, blowin' hollows out tinted Tahoes
Apostrophe! Extra clip hangin' for your Apostles
This pen I got, bro?
Different wit' weapons - you been to Costco's?
Y'all work not artwork, I pen Picassos
Mix that sin wit' the Gospel...
And you get purgatory, not Pentecostals
Smack send 'em in like they ready knowin' they NOT, though!
I send 'em out
Cinnamon-colored box wit' cinderblocks where yo' Block go
Them drug dealer friends wear di*kie suits, long socks, bro
My drug dealer friends wear dock coats
We are not the same
Have I been shot? No
But I've been socked 'til knots grow
I know these streets
I can drive home wit' my eyes closed!
I'm lookin' at some sh*t I can't buy
Lemme window-shop, though
And this is not a win unless every round is not close
[Round 2: Eazy The Block Captain]
Aye, aye...
Ayo, this the round where I don't even talk to Verb
I wanna know where that n*gga Chaz at
The emotional boul who hate hisself or b*tches
I can't look past that
See, that's not normal, bro
Like, you too f*ckin' old to f*ckin' play the victim
You got touched as a young boul
Now as a grown-ass man, you crave attention
You almost 40, mothaf*cka

Ho! We 'bout to talk to him in this-

You almost 40, mothaf*cka!
You still out there blamin' women!?
I mean, I did the same sh*t
Sold crack, got booked, then blamed the system
Ain't that crazy!?
Ain't it funny how karma come around in this sh*t?
That you a fake-ass Kevin Samuels, and they got me talkin' down to a b*tch!?
I mean, these vet n*ggas-
I mean...I mean...I mean...
I mean, these vets- ho!
I mean, these vet n*ggas, ain't no hope for 'em
Either they ass, or they choke more
I don't care who helped y'all n*ggas write
Once y'all pronounced dead, the doctor's the only one who wrote for 'em
But I'm Mr. ShowTime tho'
'Til I gotta show what time this man is on
If you pop fly, then get away, then the Island where we landin' on
I'll assassinate the target 'til the cannon drawn
sh*t jam? Pistol-beat him!
Now it's Thanos after the Snap: a damaged arm!
You a cokehead! And I knew this
I know a functional fiend when I see it
Look how you be movin'
Fast-talkin', soundin' stupid
Makes sense you from St. Louis
J-Kwon: n*ggas get 'Tipsy' and start Hood Hoppin' after two hits!
I'm a monster!
Baby .9, had it for years, now it's a toddler
I don't care if y'all consider me a pen
Callin' these n*ggas "pus*y" don't need a double entendre
This gun a one-time use, then I scrap the metal: we sellin' copper
They came in shootin', I played dead
You couldn't tell me I ain't win an Oscar!
Bro, this is nothin'!
This is nothin'!
You should thank the new era and learn from it
All the words you put together, still no substance
Battle all the greats, and ya did nothin'
1-6 on the app
WNBA: that's why we barely see Duncan (dunkin')!
n*gga, this pimp talk!? I don't need it!
Smack, we don't need him!
We gotta watch out for strays before we feed 'em
I look into the core of a n*gga to find his demons
Why you think, we think ya mother's a dyke?
Hitman is the reason!
That angle on you came from inside and you don't see it
That same battle he called you "gay" I figured that he seen sh*t
That's your friend, he from your city, you know his dad, why wouldn't I believe it?
Let's just say or war not squashed, now the casket lighter cause you vegan
n*gga ya man know ya vices
I mean, I would say callin' you "gay" is lazy writin'
But then you start sayin' the most creatively gay sh*t that be frightenin'
And then you start arguin' with J2 like you like him
And when you talkin' 'bout other n*ggas likin' trannies why do you get excited?
And then you start researchin' tranny pages to see if other n*ggas liked it
Bro, that's weird as sh*t!
Weird-ass di*khead
You weird as sh*t and I don't like that
Hitman said you wasn't like that, ten years ago and you pus*y now
So when the f*ck was you ever like that!?
Let me guess, everything you said about him was true but when it came to you it wasn't like that
Right?
I mean y'all call Yung Ill a crackhead, we see where Ice at
sh*t was sad, had him Breaking Bad on stage for the Ice Pack
You supposed to be so thorough and street
You know if a n*gga call you "gay" or a "snitch" that mean they want wreck?
I mean, I don't give a f*ck, I'm just upset that you're not upset
Nobody ever put smut on my name like that
Leavin' the scene of the crime the only time I was a suspect
I don't give a f*ck who you came in wit', y'all got one step
With my gun, plus one, will limit him down to one death
n*gga, let's talk about that fake-ass pimp sh*t
Bullsh*t!
Bullsh*t!
Bullsh*t!
We takin' female advice from this n*gga? Huh?
One b*tch broke his heart so he treat other females like a doormat
Cause he got flashbacks of the b*tch who touched him like a war vet
Bro, you scorn black
Bro I swear to God, blame everybody else so your problems can be minimized
Ain't it funny, you a b*tch and you was lookin' at pus*y when you was lookin' at ya victim eyes?
n*gga that's mommy issues, Narcissism, I explained a n*gga that quick
I mean your mom may not be a dyke but she shoulda took the strap to that b*tch
I mean, I hope you're sayin' somethin' son because if you did it would've been past tense
Now we gotta hear you bash every female in the world, go to a therapist for that sh*t
n*gga we cornered things
Bro, I hated b*tches too and then my daughter done came
You can be god with all that mystical bullsh*t 'til you the lord of this ring
n*gga, I can't even relate to these stupid rappers
You a punchin' bag that's left to me
f*ck ya era, it's a lot of discrepancies
Step to me, then the baby a gift like a registry
Then death the only thing ya life can expect to see
They wanted me gone, they took my one, I still kept it G
I believe in zombies, a lot of people still here but they dead to me!
n*gga it's gutta!
[Round 2: Aye Verb]
ShowTime this whole round
Let's-
Three-minute rounds
They ain't book me for a long time
f*ck the preview
Let's let that beef brew, in 3-D, too
So it's (ShowTime!)
Stop approachin' me wit' this "Pow!" trend
Soon as the round start, y'all start stretchin' y'all arms like Dhalsim
Do y'all chin
Hoot-hoot! - sound of two owls' twin
Nostalgic style of the Shaolins
I ground beef, Eazy
Every time I'm around, the cows cringe
Cloud sheets over the body or child sins
Revolvers, back tires on Chargers, they all spin
"What it do, baby?"
Three for the thousand, I'm all in
'Cause the oldheads smoke that regular and they ALL SPIN!
These n*ggas view you right now as a shark fin
But to marksmen, we knew you as dolphin when you walked in
How many times GunTitles done dissed me all in they music?
sh*t...diss, diss, diss-diss-diss, diss
It's ludicrous (Ludacris)!
This a high school now
Yes, the hall's a mess
I'm Principal, jewel-dropper, the gym teacher
And yes, I'm in charge of wreck (rec)!
It seems when I kill a king now, that sh*t don't mean nothin'
But every time I hit a new mark, I achieve somethin'
Non-believers hate when Smack book us
Know why they need us?
We old, but it's still a G inside all the geezers
Code word when URL text me, "Janitor needed"
"Eazy (easy) to mop the floor? Send the contract. Time to clean up!"
Y'all think it's sweet 'cause y'all peep how these b*tches see us
But n*gga, I'm Osama Bin Laden wit' Obama features
Smoke wit' y'all? We laidback - light that sativa!
Set It Off, ride lil' cheap like it's Latifah's
Yo' dope talk only leave nerds and these geeks speechless
n*gga, fishscale! Come break bread! Come eat wit' Jesus!
These type of n*ggas, they stunt on the 'Gram for people
These DIRTY n*ggas be takin' pictures wit' all they re-up
I get a Glock and run in spots just like a cheetah
Kill the animal
n*gga, our only opps is PETA
I'mma f*ck your first baby mama first time I meet her
Eazy Jr., look here, partna, a princess how I'mma treat her
But if my car get keyed up, lil' n*gga, your mama's beat up
Keep goin', Verb! Burn this sh*t down! Turn on the sprinklers
After I.C.E, Block in the freezer
n*gga, I'm cold, Eazy hot as a freezer
But still sound Leave It To Beaver compared to any version of me with my Caesar
If I'm poppin' your skeezer, f*ck it, I'm not gonna keep her
n*gga, a drop of my pre-nut make b*tches not want a prenup
Ask n*ggas 'bout me, they answers not very different
Verb 100, but walkin' 'round in his head is, like, seven n*ggas
One a Christian, and he feel he was tricked by them scriptures
My mama took him, I don't follow no woman or chase no b*tches
One is gifted, the other two is autistic, a set of triplets
The others throw a set up and step like a ghetto n*gga
For all of y'all that don't know Verb, uh, hello, n*ggas
And I'mma leave him alive so he can tell those n*ggas

[Round 3: Eazy The Block Captain]
Yo, Surf said, "I don't even like this pus*y."
I said, "I know, bro. Just roll wit' it
It's the vegan boul he wants smoke. There's only a few places that he can go wit' it."
I'm here for paper, I ain't smoke a leaf in years, I'm so tempted
50 drum if this pro lift it
Change his face, the nose did it
A box, you'll go in it
Your folks though? Shivering, coughin', eyes waterin'
The funeral havin' cold symptoms
I'm different
Why we lettin' this n*gga go around sayin' he beat Mook and Lux, n*gga you didn't
Braggin' about battles you not winnin'
sh*t's sickenin'
Samuel L., stories he tell, about beatin' him to a Pulp, Fiction
Bro, we don't hate you 'cause you hate women
Bro we hate you 'cause you told Lux you'd "Blake Griffin over those caged pigeons"
That was ass, pus*y!
Bro you played yourself
That's why we put you on the shelf
Legend? Sure...
When we get done talkin' about everybody else!
You like the low-tier legend boul that think that you got a pen
That's dope, I do too, trap sh*t, Klonopins
Bro, you'll see, another side of him
We don't care if we take losses
Arcade game: long as we got a quarter, we can try again
Let's keep it real!
Yeah, you battled Mook and Lux, that was a big deal
But we failed to mention you had one hot in each of them battles like "Distill!"
Every interview he braggin' about it, I'm like, "This still?"
We gotta keep it a bean! Both of them battles was ass
We still turn off the battle like this still
What y'all portray on these cameras is never real
Y'all be hatin', 2K characters, I let it build
We got war wounds, the body recover, but the scars they never heal
Fresh Prince on my second kill
Me run from smoke?
This is where you can call me Rashaad cause I never will
You called me out, n*gga, I accepted
You made your muthaf*ckin' bed
Cause I will not lose to a n*gga who take a rubber band out his braids and shake his muthaf*ckin' head
You want status, n*gga? Well we can talk about status
It was Percs and Suboxone in my jail to the addicts
That put food in my cabinet
Your folks sent that JPay, Alka-Seltzer, we start bubblin' through a tablet
n*gga, ya Hitman do Wild N' Out
My hitman do refunds, we send bodies back in the plastic
Cops come? No question, always denies (de Nas) the first hit like Illmatic
n*gga I gave you your flowers without askin'
I work for mine, no cappin'
We both had jail scenes but I'm the one who wasn't actin'
I can take you to the root of my pain and show you lashes
It was Jasmine, rice and a rug to pray on was my Aladdin
Before phones, it was hand to hand Stern like we was NBA draftin'

[Aye Verb]
I don't know what that means

[Eazy The Block Captain]
You wanna talk Midnight Madness? 'Cause I can explain it
You got emotional, start complainin'
Surf said he'd smack the f*ck out you, you didn't pull up to him
You pulled up to a Spaces
Bro you pus*y for real
Tell 'em dawg, tell 'em all of it
You a liability cause you ran your mouth, you was a part of it
You was really wit' the sh*ts then got kicked out the whip and start tellin' all the sh*t
You a low key rat n*gga, period!
Are y'all hearin' this?
And they talk about I ain't been outside, bro they delirious
It was steps to my scheme, they took it and made a pyramid
One weed, two coke, 3D, now that's experience
Since kindergarten, when I could make a volcano I wanted to experiment
Tried to cook, dealt a (Delta) Omicron, mixed it wrong and made a variant
I done stayed up days from a court case
Slept where a corpse stay
Black mark under the eyes like war paint
Catch him at the car, flashers on, this could go one of four ways!
I MUST say, this a wrong turn on a one-way!
If I hesitate with my shot, it's not a pump fake
Drought time, we up late!
Weed got slow, plugs said, "The coke on deck"
I said, "Soft? Where? (software) Let me update."
You know the difference between me and you?
Bro, it ain't hard
It ain't real if I don't stamp it - it's a lesson (in every bar)
Ayo, my folks just passed when I was writin' for you
I was stuck I couldn't move, my body wouldn't allow me to
Cause when I got the call say, "He dead", I checked his text
The last thing that he said was, "Bro, I'm proud of you."
I mean, sh*t ain't easy
He seen me go up and down, even helped finance my first CD
I can't even tell him how good I did cause he died the day before I was on TV
He got one child, and I'm the godfather, so now that's my order
Look how quick life is, my goddaughter became MY daughter
And you can meet that n*gga close up
Cause he gangsta too and my guardian angels don't duck
There's a lesson in every bar
I'm not even used to this
Death just hit me with the ball
It's not Bel-Air I don't got nobody to blame, I don't know who threw that sh*t
I mean they told me y'all couldn't do that sh*t
That was motivation enough to keep movin' in
That's why I'm still rappin', still spazzin', tryin' to show a classic so I can reboot this sh*t
n*gga it's a lesson in every bar
After this y'all gotta talk to me nice
Y'all gotta up my price
The same cells I was active in I was actin' in, got me seen on the Super Bowl twice
I mean ain't no more ride up or slide up
Or the drugs I sell, didn't know the stories I tell can become a product
n*gga, it's my grind
I tried sports, but I was denied
Didn't know I could run a 4 flat 'til I ducked 12 like military time
This ain't the first time I seen paper
I done full lives as a teenager
Make your b*tch shoot you, she don't wanna do it?
John Cena, the piece make her (Peacemaker)
If you could meet my plug then he is not my plug, that would make him like, not essential
You couldn't even guess right, Oodles & Noodles, the blue pack, he Oriental
You can come trap wit' me
Hands off y'all n*ggas, contractually
Cause hair trigger like a gel capsule, I'm talkin' rapid release
Bro I don't know none of y'all n*ggas
Y'all actually catfishes 'til we actually meet
Closed casket was the arrangement, n*gga
....who the f*ck is next, man?
Another payment, n*gga

[Round 3: Aye Verb]
I think Eazy is a star, y'all, but he will not excel
'Cause you followin' a n*gga that's the same age you was when you were going in and out of jail
Y'all do the writin' for him
But as soon as the Spaces caught a viral moment
He start postin' pictures wit' Bill and Jakk', and that was supposed to be a belt that the Titles holdin'
Lemme talk my sh*t now
Here's some game for big bro
How you hang wit' a n*gga who hangs himself, and let him show you the ropes?
Bro, we both know that hood livin' sucks
So Eazy The Block Captain, I'm askin'...Block Captain of WHAT!?
n*gga, it's nothin' there
But soft n*ggas wit' the toughest stares eatin' dinners outta Tupperware
And you stupid n*ggas love it there!?
The rap industry's upper chairs use these type of suckers for puppeteers
To remind us of our struggles and mentally keep us stuck right there
But that's a smart move
'Cause dealin' wit' n*ggas? The sh*t that hurt us the most, we usually gon' be drawn to
Verb - every era I carry aura
If you're not the plug where you deal them drugs, you just carry orders
I can't be ordered

[Eazy The Block Captain]
Fire

[Aye Verb]
I can't be ordered
Ride up, mean mug, then I passed you
Then turn around, arms poppin' and kickin' like a child wit' a tantrum
Rappers extra at home, I can't stand 'em
f*ckin' clowns
I'm the same while on y'all side that I am where I am from
I rap what my pain from
My heart where it came from
You can't build this!
Don't believe Tony Starks 'cause he made one
I saw you at Stage 1!
Ignored every game
We in the league - nobody watches LaVar Ball or D. Wade's sons
They callin' me Shang Tsung!
'Cause this the golden round where you get sent to the sky and the halo gets laid on
Home games easy, Eazy! Try and win a Away one!
Put a window in yo' head, let's see them thoughts that you brainstorm
n*gga, you are not lit, son
You just the toughest soft n*gga outta all these soft n*ggas to pick from!
It ain't safe to play wit' me! I'm wit' war!
Always in the Space, I keep a half-moon clipped on
I'll pull it before I get picked on!
Never no quick-draw
I'll be walkin' slow wit' this b*tch like I'm really on a stroll wit' one!
Yeah!
The last pure dope dealers come from the '80s
It was either eat or starve, ain't no maybe's
What do you do when yo' bank account get low and sh*t lookin' crazy?
The formula!
Get that powder! Go feed them babies!
On God, the hardest version of Eazy is still...
To me, only the hardest version of easy - I'm skilled
I'll have you eatin' through a straw when you eatin' yo' meals
Paranormals look very normal vers' evil for real!
I don't get it - this whole damn culture, it came from Lux
If he didn't open the door and politely offer us up, then we nothin'
So when y'all hate our era, we be like, "What?"
OUR era made Y'ALL era!
Y'all came from US, n*gga