I finally figured it out that haters' mouths is used for suckin'
Suckin'
You n***** paper weights
y'all don't want to f*** with the great
Fakin' moves like you wantin' somethin' get it straight
Cause one mistake'll get this m*********** aired out
You n***** better recognize this is Brad's house
I put the mic down to give you other rappers a chance
But all you n***** want to write about is dance
I tell another n**** 'bout your mama
So I'll be forced to bring you back the raw s***
The hardships of growin' up
Stuck in the hood
Broke as f***, out to hustle
Facin life struggle
And havin' nightmares about gettin' big scrilla
And that's the type of s*** that turn these mama boys to killers
On the realer, it's a n**** comin' back for the streets
Cause this bullshit I been hearin in the rap game is weak
You got these killas on your payroll
I'm doin it out of love
But if you cross me I'm f*****' you up
I keep a ?
I'm a n**** in destroyer mode
I squeeze it once you blow you out of your soul
Who's the "boss" in this rap s***?
I let my opposition judge me
But if push came to shove they couldn't budge me
Cause I'm ugly with styles identical to none
I'm tellin' you
Don't f*** with me, n****, I ain't the one
I ain't the one
These n***** better recognize the realest
Keep a loaded .45 inside for protection
I'm a .45 packer, n**** hoe subtractor
blacka blacka blacka
n****, back up!
I'm a bad actor
With no respect for the n**** haters
I kill a m*********** stiff cause he's a traitor
I ain't a player
I got my stripes from these streets
I'm a killa
That's probably why at night I can't sleep
I strike a match and watch a m*********** burn
That's just treatment ? you f*****' worm
I'm the Don Corleone
y'all n***** is phony
I put that on my mob and my g****** homies
Recognize n***** who can't be touched
If they can't be seen
I'm a lost ?
Undestroyable by human plagues
You got a strap? I got a strap too!
You f*** with me I have to clap you!
And now you stearin' down the barrel of a gun
I told you
Don't f*** with me, n****, I ain't the one
[Chorus]
Wait,
This m*********** got me bend, I gots to break
Before I shoot this m*********** in his face
Cause n***** on the edge don't want to play right
So I'ma lay his a** down in broad daylight
Now what's up, b****, ?
? let me clear this m***********' corner
Mayhem unlike a n**** ever seen
? in his face all in once gettin' clean
I'm dashin in my undercover hoo-doo
(Who you?)
You run up on me? I got's to shoot you!
And you know me
And ain't s*** changed but my zip code
Your ?I'm in a flipmode
A tip-top murderer
Comin' for you bullshitters
Squash you m***********' n*****
I ain't the one
[Chorus]
Realest n***** Down South, m************
Don't get that s*** twisted
Just them hoes
?
Aight
?
For all you fake m************ who was talkin' 'bout the first joint
Suck a n**** d***
Fake-a** ho's
Know where started it
Know where started it
Know where started it
Me ?
Lay this m************ down
In broad daylight
b****** be squeezin' they pistols
They want to play fight
Me? I'm the colder
Bold-bold-bolder
Bold-bolder
Hit em from the shoulder
Puncher
Dumper dumper
You m************ talking s***
I drag him on the back of the b**per
? Face to M-o-B and
Can't a m*********** see em ?
2000
The new millennium
Suckin'
You n***** paper weights
y'all don't want to f*** with the great
Fakin' moves like you wantin' somethin' get it straight
Cause one mistake'll get this m*********** aired out
You n***** better recognize this is Brad's house
I put the mic down to give you other rappers a chance
But all you n***** want to write about is dance
I tell another n**** 'bout your mama
So I'll be forced to bring you back the raw s***
The hardships of growin' up
Stuck in the hood
Broke as f***, out to hustle
Facin life struggle
And havin' nightmares about gettin' big scrilla
And that's the type of s*** that turn these mama boys to killers
On the realer, it's a n**** comin' back for the streets
Cause this bullshit I been hearin in the rap game is weak
You got these killas on your payroll
I'm doin it out of love
But if you cross me I'm f*****' you up
I keep a ?
I'm a n**** in destroyer mode
I squeeze it once you blow you out of your soul
Who's the "boss" in this rap s***?
I let my opposition judge me
But if push came to shove they couldn't budge me
Cause I'm ugly with styles identical to none
I'm tellin' you
Don't f*** with me, n****, I ain't the one
I ain't the one
These n***** better recognize the realest
Keep a loaded .45 inside for protection
I'm a .45 packer, n**** hoe subtractor
blacka blacka blacka
n****, back up!
I'm a bad actor
With no respect for the n**** haters
I kill a m*********** stiff cause he's a traitor
I ain't a player
I got my stripes from these streets
I'm a killa
That's probably why at night I can't sleep
I strike a match and watch a m*********** burn
That's just treatment ? you f*****' worm
I'm the Don Corleone
y'all n***** is phony
I put that on my mob and my g****** homies
Recognize n***** who can't be touched
If they can't be seen
I'm a lost ?
Undestroyable by human plagues
You got a strap? I got a strap too!
You f*** with me I have to clap you!
And now you stearin' down the barrel of a gun
I told you
Don't f*** with me, n****, I ain't the one
[Chorus]
Wait,
This m*********** got me bend, I gots to break
Before I shoot this m*********** in his face
Cause n***** on the edge don't want to play right
So I'ma lay his a** down in broad daylight
Now what's up, b****, ?
? let me clear this m***********' corner
Mayhem unlike a n**** ever seen
? in his face all in once gettin' clean
I'm dashin in my undercover hoo-doo
(Who you?)
You run up on me? I got's to shoot you!
And you know me
And ain't s*** changed but my zip code
Your ?I'm in a flipmode
A tip-top murderer
Comin' for you bullshitters
Squash you m***********' n*****
I ain't the one
[Chorus]
Realest n***** Down South, m************
Don't get that s*** twisted
Just them hoes
?
Aight
?
For all you fake m************ who was talkin' 'bout the first joint
Suck a n**** d***
Fake-a** ho's
Know where started it
Know where started it
Know where started it
Me ?
Lay this m************ down
In broad daylight
b****** be squeezin' they pistols
They want to play fight
Me? I'm the colder
Bold-bold-bolder
Bold-bolder
Hit em from the shoulder
Puncher
Dumper dumper
You m************ talking s***
I drag him on the back of the b**per
? Face to M-o-B and
Can't a m*********** see em ?
2000
The new millennium