2012 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 6

[Intro: DMX] Double R and we get down for life Let a nigga know it could go down tonight From the tops of our heads to tips of our toes What! We're untouchable [Verse 1: Mook] Look, check, look It's Murder Mook, [?] other rappers garbage Ironic they expecting that the chain sayin' nonsense Being honest, they should never let your records play They shouldn't let y'all in the booth on election day Speaking of that, it's sad 'cause Republicans holding the jobs to make Obama look bad If they wanna borrow five [?] So I say if they Ochocinco, my advice, don't ever [?] I spit elegance, jump if you want Whip elephant, big body, the trunk in the front How you wanna stunt [?] finish payment? That's ass backwards, abbreviate the Social Security Administration Ha, look at Mook Zuckerberg in the [?] Tryna win from [?] cross ventilation Caught racket in the club, why the long faces? I tell 'em, "It's all love," give 'em [?] 'Member days when math teacher teasin' me Aksing me, "How you throw the mic away so easily Writing raps, that ain't even gon' get you a GD" Well, hey Ms [?], look at me now, I'm on BET Easy, yeah [Verse 2: Cassidy] Listen E'ry time time a person laugh, another person cries E'ry time a person born, another person dies The industry is too commercialized Them dudes in them shirt and ties would do anything to merchandise The way my pinky ring bling, it'd hurt your eyes Blur your vision, [?] you squinting, give you the Urkel eyes I put in work, I don't work a job But I squeeze the piece, you try to take my Jesus piece, [?] For the shit I put in work the buy I grip the racket and cut [?] you dickheads like gettin' circumcised All of your verses [?], why is you in the booth? You never been the truth 'cause all the bars [?] And I like those niggas dressing like hoes Wearin' tight clothes, wear some pants and a shirt your size lyrically I'll murk you guys 'Cause I'm the shit, the rhymes I spit could keep the grass fertilized I ain't never lie, I ride with cats that Got tats of tears under they eyes but they never cry And they'll let it fly, disconnect your head from your body Have you looking like the lowercase letter i I wear clothes you could never buy My wardrobe above average, you maggots was never fly You [?] cowards, I can make what's yours ours If you cross the line like the lowercase letter y For that cheddar I'll let it blaze Knock tomato sauce out your meatball, give you spaghetti legs Better behave, the Eagle under the white tee If I don't feel you, dawg, I'll kill you, dawg: Mike V I'm fly from my hat to my Nikes, chicks like me 'Cause my pipe the size of a Arizona Iced Tea I stay with that white, girl, I'm like Ice-T But you ain't 'bout that life, you ain't nuttin' like me Never, your money short like Spike Lee The boy [?] tryna get more cash in The boy spazzin' and got all the whores In the crowd of the Hip Hop Awards havin' orgasms Cassidy [Verse 3: Eve] Uh Ayo, listen, been away but stay in top position None of y'all can see me, I stay blind to competition Re—re—revving up my engines, always known to go the distance In my lane there ain't no others that can match up my persistence Feel good, man, I'm home, queen on the throne Tell the soldiers wave a flag, make it known Yeah, I'm in my motherfucking zone, they better leave me alone I ain't playin' with you kid, man, I'm grown I still fight like a pitbull, kill like a lioness Real 'cause I'm hood, why you tryin' it? Yeah, I be on jets and yachts but still grounded by my block If I ever have trouble, though, the grimiest Let me just remind you there's ain't been nuttin' real since I left I'ma need all this fake shit to catch a death I do this for my chick, I don't rest, don't stop until you the best Talk amongst yourselves, I need to take a breath (Uh) (Yeah) [Verse 4: DMX] Uh, uh, check it You can try for that new fight, just can't seem to do right Can't fuck with the big dog, niggas jeans are too tight Been doing this for too long, plus dog is too strong To let you cats wipe me off the map with a new song And you know you wrong for trying that shit there Yeah, a nigga went there, all you did was sit there Been rappin' for twenty years and you twenty-years old X is back on the block, you'll be lucky if you go gold It's a new sheriff in town, just been re-elected You ain't gotta like it, but respect it, check it Get it in 'til a nigga wins with the dividends And we gon' walk these dogs 'til the bitter end You like, "Oh, it's him again," you knew that's how you felt What's that? Pussy? I knew that's how you smelt Don't fuck with cats 'cause cats is pussy And niggas been pussies since you was in pussy You can put on a vest but I'ma still stop ya Cause I got a choppa that sound like a Helicopter Niggas really don't want me to pop the trunk You gon' either drop or slump when I cock and dump Whether the Glock or pump, cats ain't ready Hacked from here to here, lookin' like spaghetti Pull out the machete, hack off the limbs Bag up the pieces, wipe off the Timbs Jump up in the Benz, five cars deep Four o'clock in the morning, riders don't sleep Shut shit down whenever we hits town "Give a nigga a pass" that ain't my get down You could bring out the best or bring out the worst If you bring out the worst they gon' bring out the hearse Niggas play poker, but I play poke her Hit em from ear-to-ear, make 'em smile at the Joker