Straight Up

[Hook] We give it to you straight up The cuts are raw We give it to you straight up Please don't ever try to disrespect it Let me teach you the ropes [Verse 1: ChrisCo] I'm talking punchlines the metaphors My styles ahead of yours I used to hit up record stores And never see the exit doors Complicated sentences with pot related references I call my rate perfectionist like I'ma make the best of this I give it to you straight up but y'all don't understand me I ain't looking for no grammy or no platinum plaque they hand me I'm a fucking mic fiend I sit around and light green Reminisce and make songs bout my life at 19 You got half what I bring spitting nursery rhymes When I create a verse you rewind like 33 times Just to analyze the word play and study the skill Can't believe you really heard me sayin' something this real Cause the majority of rappers is weak I'll beat they ass in the street They playin' dumb you couldn't ask em to speak There's no choice they gon have to retreat I run this shit like I got rockets on the back of my feet What up? [Verse 2: Jon Connor] I was thought real niggas move in silence So when I rhyme my mind is like a mime half the time I just wanna pantomime it Can't find boy this hard without commitment any crime And hearing sirens who think they sick They hear me speak catch the vapors I clear up their sinus Cut from a different cloth this top notch designer You got cold feet This hop scotch on the fire This hot socks from the drier This reeboks on the iron, I could go on A-Squad, I'm down for life like I put Shawty Lo on Mano y mano you Ronald McDonald..you clown niggas ironic and fly city City that grown niggas the city where the streets yappin Everybody and they neice rapping, tryin to keep in peace Cause niggas that beef end up in the meat wagon I'm so Michigan for anybody listening Blue city club being on the A list is what get you in The flow is mean and this is just a reminder When they say that I'm nice don't take it as kindness [Hook] We give it to straight up The cuts are raw We give it to you straight up Please don't ever try to disrespect it Let me teach you the ropes [Verse 3: eLZhi] These niggas so blind fuck a cosign they all can blow mine Having no spine below a slow mind Stick with your kind, my shits bangin' like a throw signs Bandannas ground breaking like windmillers and hand standers Through your antennas any man eyes land on my plans can vanish For being nosy like Tony Mantanas Seen in a mansion just before its raided After the floor is painted with his own blood right where is aura faded That's why I kill it with lines after the chorus rated Sun hot, only got one shot, score and made it Been had the passion of a mad assassin On a pad come up with something sharp slashing with this attic craftsmanship You in it just to stash ya grip, floating in the main stream I hope you crash ya ship, but hit your head when you blast the clip So that you plastic ass can ship For flipping like an acid trip, my nigga [Hook] We give it to straight up The cuts are raw We give it to you straight up Please don't ever try to disrespect it Let me teach you the ropes