You call that hardcore? Yea right. Your hype is bogus and your tunes are whack. You'd be better off standing in the back. You may be cool but I won't
that's right fam, another Christ jam We get it hype man, I'm just a hypeman Jesus the headliner, I'm just his hypeman So get it right fam, It's not about
where I can't whoop ya ass You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it What happens
about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care but if you get too close Im gonna clap you It's too
y'all, and it goes like this (Get funky with it) (Don't say it's easy) (Like this) And it goes like this [DJ Muggs scratches] (Like this) [Bret E.B
dont believe the hype just wait til' the time is right Don't push, don't rush don't sacrifce our love don't move to soon slow down baby don't be a fool
Brown] And it's the Fox to the 5 niggas got them glocks to ya We on ya block, like how not could ya? It's the dough and the 6-series, windows tinted Flow
the mic don't mess with me I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't chemistry You'
wouldn't have to stick you if we all could eat It wouldn't be no need for beef, dyin over streets We don't even own anyway, you could get bucked off any
don't think I can flow then you can ask E-Swift If you don't believe Swift then you can call Steve Griff If you don't believe Griff then step up to fuck
every word up Lose to another dude, that's undheard of Don't call me a psycho cause I didn't bite no Beats are not weak cause they're kinda like hype,
to Do what I do, don't ask why because you need to Sit back, relax, in fact take a chill If you don't or you won't don't worry because I still will Loungin
past this bridge over water that's trouble And get back up on my grind on the double He said son don't worry Cause it's not really hard as it seem And
Bringing your handguns to every God damn club I perform at Everything from semi-autos to macs Chrome or black, plastic gats and all that Believe it or not
color of a rag Just like a one way ticket to a bodybag It ain't the image I had, it's the image you get When you don't take nothin and you're down for
in it like Hype directed it So you know what came next and shit (What?) me This chick ain't came yet like how Jews see Jesus Nobody sees us, don't believe
Hey, hey. I'm crazy on the next one that comes through with funds Troop, he's gone He can be a she or she can be an it it don't matter, I've gotta get
Eiht Steppin to the park in the Hill you can't hang The original baby gangsta on this Compton thang Don't slip, the late night hype, is when I dip Boo
