Wild Child

[Chorus: Razah] People only wanna respect you when you're crazy Slay, you's a wild child And we rep them streets, can you hear me? My people's gon' talk [?] [Verse 1: Styles P] I'd go to hell if my niggas was dead Drinking liquor, blowing L's like I'm living in there Matter fact, y'all food, I'm the dinnerware And I can't go to heaven, I'll be sinning in there Listen up, I keep two guns on my hips Got a few hundred pounds, move them on my strip Niggas leave off the block, when I'm on my shit Got my hands in my pants, and they ain't on my dick Fuck a nigga, keep these guns on safety for what From a place wherе faces get cut, niggas is taping you up They gon' bring you to a placе in the cut It's real dirty, then from 7:30, niggas start breaking you up I wear a mask like it's a masquerade 'Cause I got beef with niggas like me that'll blast away Listen dawg, I'm tryna last a day So if I see tomorrow, I'm grabbing these hollows to [?] [Verse 2: McGruff] Yo Kay Slay gave me a call Said Gruff, I got a spot for you No doubt, Slay, I'm about to make it hot for you These ain't no thugs, they pussy Stop fronting like you hard 'fore your mug get pushed Blood gon' gush Fuck up my cheese [?], stain my Pelle Pelle That 40 Cal turn a 6 pack belly jelly I hit a nigga how he supposed get hit I woke up and hit him close This big shit I tote fasho gon get him ghost Fasho it's no [?] Know what them bullets do Know the outcome, you know ain't no pulling through It's a rap [?] Let me see you talk that same shit when the caps in you Cocksucker You punk motherfuckers bring the noise The bigger the croud, bigger the funeral Yeah, bring your boys The shit I talk, believe I can back it Ain't nothing sweet, got that heat underneath the jacket Faggot [Chorus: Razah] People only wanna respect you when you're crazy Slay, you's a wild child And we rep them streets, can you hear me? My people's gon' talk [?] [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Yo Since they say life's a gamble, well fuck it, I got bank I'm on the subway, tonguing my lawyer, I'm like Frank You being a thug wrong, we was in the bullpen Have you standing up on the toilet singing love songs When you go to bust a nigga, always remember, never trust a nigga And don't forget to put your gloves on Niggas better hold whatever they making It's getting cold, and the weather is breaking Sails is dropping, 10 PM, cells is locking Drama hour on D-Block, the jail is rocking Real life family, we ain't gang members But we still bang niggas, and we keep them thangs with us We both got the 7, but yours is the 45 Mine is the 60, the color of rice crispies Yeah, so go ahead with your newborn rap Nigga, you puss like a newborn cat Let's get it popping [Verse 4: Sheek Louch] Who could believe? Sheek could have a label up his sleve Y'all can't breathe The boy Louch a headache, pass the aleve I reinvented myself, I change with time Threw a C.E.O. hat on, stepped up my rhyme It's time for this nigga to shine It's been the same pattern here for a minute I'ma change the design Nothing change, you can still walk with me [?] fresh buck 50 The hammer still tucked in my dickie Still fucking with these bitches The weed is sticky Still with the same niggas everyday God is picky And even though I ain't go plat yet Sheek got the hood upside down like a Hot Wheels track set I spit like I been here Holla at me You would think I was your father Minus the grey chin hair Rich? Nah, but I holla back when I get there Bitch [Verse 5: Black Rob] Open your eyes, fam, this a new chapter Who the fuck you think you kidding? Y'all know what I came after Man, I'm not your average rapper, I'm a nigga holding fort The homie that people gon' stand [?] And battle more, 'cause the boys in blue Boys in your crew, motherfuckers poison you Not [?] Before the crack, before New York took the first blast I was in the one room joint, [?] Off the webster, [?] coke [?] westchester Me and [?] took out rhymes, left [?] Then hit the streets up, [?] never left us Kicking dust up, holla at Slay, nigga, what's up? Old folks up in the hood, still trust us Out in Wilson, you playing for real [?] flip the manual [?] I can't wait for the tenth annual You know the program, [?] just running with a [?] Fake niggas scibble up as soon as the sun hit them It's like dusk 'til dawn, real overdue [?] [?] side you on I be speeding up first ave, pushing the black [?] Happy, 'cause the stuff that I wanted, I now have I'm past highrise apartments Family up in this [?] crib that used to be Johnny Carson's Man, one of them whiteys, Charlie Bronson Don't lose me, I just know dude did a couple of movies We in the pool surrounded by roses It's girls that wash my feet like I was Moses Through the years, [?] I'm still number one, I'm still undisputed [?] Y'all know me, B. R.O.B Been around when Kay was stunting for Tink and Jay-Z So I'm a seasoned vet, and I ain't leaving yet My opponent don't think we've even met Pray to jehova, it's over I'm in New York undercover like Malik Yoba Been through the lows, and I been through the highs And family, pick on somebody your own size [?] this about to be crazy, [?] I'm tryna blaze the whole year, and pick up a moon man