Tde - BET Cypher 2013 Lyrics
[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]Uh, Most of these niggas shouldn’t be next to usWe keep our distance from those, those acting like hoesZany imposed, weed in my clothes, cubics is goldYa wig’ll get told, put the realest niggasNiggas, product of cap pillers, gangbangers and dealersStreets keep watching, aye, click boom the ghetto bird ya shot downStraight to the top now, they want a third strike on my [background](undefined)But nah homie, put the mask on when I slide on ‘emPut the cash in the safe and here’s a extra slug ‘for I shakeYa smoke faster than me with a eighthOr better yet a wet break on a plateBurning ya faith, all senses covered in tape*****in’ with them boys in blue, chill out ‘for rags at youYou running to the cops saying: How we do?Saying it’s just rap and them lines ain’t trueSo I just threw Q, ***** it, menage a two or maybe troisBaby girl need a pot pie, I be her da daCoochie smacking, give praise to AllahGet blazed in my car, Oxymoron[Verse 2: Jay Rock]Rock got it, rock came from rock bottomSparked the flames, still remain as a top shottaI ain’t no backpack rapper, I ain’t no lyricistAnd if he ain’t talking to you mind ya business thenCold with it, Black Hippie, yeah we cold niggasAll the girlies love us, get a whiff of usThey bones quiver, heard some clown throwing stones at usHolding boulders champ once you hear that YAWK. watching domes shatterIt’s Top Dawg we runnin’ rap, whack rappers, felineReason why we don’t run with cats, nine double O five nine -Where my family atPull up in that family van holding tools like the handymanAnd to be real not with all this rapping politickin’Rapper competition, wrapped up my position’Til I’m finished, ‘Til I make a couple ticketsThen I’m outtie on them islands with my crimmies chillin'Hide ya feelings, now can I live?Look I gotta keep my feet on top of the dirt’Cause everywhere I go they like when you dropping some work?Been a threat since birthThe rap game’s pallbearer when I’m droppin’ the HearstI ain’t new to this, I’m true to thisIndustry’s nightmare, red strings in my Nike Air’sYeah, the white pair, I’m Jay Rock, America’s most wantedMy chargers? Killing MC’s without warningRock![Verse 3: Ab Soul]It’s Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I’m the skinny BiggieIn New York City with Puffy, puffing the stickyAll eyes against me, still even the scoreProlly why I’m always OT on tourTDE, believe me we want warI don’t even know what piece I like most no moreTwo fingers, Two triggers, What’s the difference?We all gon’ die one day until then I’m gettin’ paidMy grandma watching so I ain’t gon’ curseStill gifted like a Wale verse, backwood full of OGBobby Johnson medicine in my soul to trynna dodge the coffin, AhAnd these days are so bittersweetI guess it’s just a balance we battle naturallyAnd y’all still trippin’ off of Jay-Z tweetsI still got laps to run when me and Jay-Z meetPeep Soul brother number 2The first one used to make beats for CL SmoothTop got the s550 but the CL smoothAnd rolling weed is the only time I see L’s moveSoul![Verse 4: Isaiah Rashad]Ay, I think I found my second homeSunny California and it’s ya little nigga brotherYou ain’t meant for corners, it’s what they told meSo I never looked back, I got a slut in the [back](undefined)Fat as elephant ass, so we flirt in the pathPassing propellers I tell her, tell her we flying just listenSee we diamond just shining and they gon’ find us glisteningBrought sand to the beach and we left with ya *****hFor the record in Guinness I’m a hecklin’ menaceWhere is Robin, I’m Given’*****in’ minding my businessHe a regular victim, us regular in womenUh, regular niggas, you always cater to slutsYou always wasting my time, you always faking the funkI’m put ya mutha*****in’ dream in ya faceYou keep lookin’ for some women to be all in ya faceThat deep dussy reach niggas, keep dussyThat Tennessee dussy make a nigga be dussyYou can never rap better than me, ’cause you ain’t dedicatedYou ain’t underrated, you ain’t under lookedYou ain’t overbooked, you just under cookedIt’s supposed to be me and my niggas in the record bookNow they got by myself still fresh as *****[Verse 5: Kendrick]I hate y’all, I’d do anything to replace y’all,shout out to Face MobA ghetto boy ‘til I’m unemployed with a day jobAnd kicking boxes, I kick ass and then kick knowledgeI’m way more polished than 99% of the scholars you thought had graduatedI’m the master that masturbated on ya favorite MC’Til the industry had wanted me assassinatedYou either corny or an opportunistI let you eat now go back to church and steal crackers at communionWhat I been doing? I’m about to crack the Da Vinci Code, yeahYeah, and nothing's been the same since they dropped ControlAnd tucked a sensitive rapper back in his pajama clothesHa-ha, joke's on you, high-fiveI'm bulletproof, your shots will never penetratePin a tail on a donkey, boy, you been a fakeI got my thumb on Hip Hop and my foot in the back of yo assAftermath get the last laughI serve niggas like Master GeoffreyJump on this curb turn a shot in a verb if you let meYou know I’m a killer, I’m on ya head, you know I’m a killaThe West Coast cosa nostra under oath ‘til it’s overYa over owe us so what the *****?I ***** you niggas up, I ***** you niggas up, she suck and *****I *****in’ duck you *****in’ niggas like when I wantYou going dutch, you going *****kin’ nutsActing irrational, pop you then pop an AdderallKnow the drill like a lateral, niggaI’m more Pappy Mason than Pastor MasonPacing [back](undefined) and forth, racing my thoughts on embracing dataI spilled blood on my apron cooking this shit upI feel like some of y’all is hatingQuite frankly ya ***** booty should thank me for grabbing itTurn these hoodrats to actresses, what a magic trick?Accidents never happen when murder's involvedEmaculate tactics so follow me, if you need me just call on meI say “Hold up wait a minute”Your career ain’t shit less you got some Kendrick in itYa ***** ain’t shit, ain’t no rumors left on my dick'Less you look like Jordin Sparks, make my mark on the cunt, muahHollywood’s been good to me little hood nigga used to pawn mom’s jewelryFamily jewels big as ***** and I got the balls to say itBalls deep, ballin out till spalding need a replacementAnd I’m outchea, the rest of your mouth cheaInvest in a vest, a Vietnam vet when you out nearThe White court building spilling its MerlotFillin’ a woman, pimp the industryRemember these Stacy Adams and furcoats, shookYa scared to death, scared to look in the mirror when Kendrick is near yaKing Kendrick
