Spittsburgh

[Intro: DJ Rated R & Franchise] Let's take it out to Spittsburgh Can't forget Billy The Kid And Beedie, what up? Can't forget to give a fat shouts-out to Living Proofe Mac Miller Pull the pistols, I'm off to the races, gone with the wind (Can't forget Sam [?]) Pull the pistols, I'm off to the races, gone with the— Pull the pistols, I'm off to the races, gone with— Pull the pistols, I'm off to the— (Henny & Haze) Pull the pistols, I'm off to the races, gone with the wind Got my partners a part of this and we gon' get it in Mass appeal through your stereo, ears explode, listen in With six of the truest M— [Verse 1: Franchise] Pull the pistols, I'm off to the races, gone with the wind Got my partners a part of this and we gon' get it in Mass appeal through your stereo, ears explode, listen in With six of the truest MCs who fumbled jewels by glistenin' Hell, from that pretty city where niggas be gettin' it However you need it, the camp got it, how we dishin' it Underground commercial with talents so versatile And punches that'll have 'em in the hearses with the curtains Blast and leave 'em hurtin' on any beat that I work with Sam, set up the funeral, your beat, I'm 'bout to murk it These other niggas is worthless unless it's Ciego in the booth Or Beedie spillin', bringin' the pain with Living Proofe Sixty-proof's in my cup, mix the juice and that Get the Buddha wraps, swervin' lanes as I cruise with Mac Open the page as I'm roastin' the haze With quotes full of flames Bill The Kid, flow on the page [Verse 2: Bill The Kid & Beedie] And ever since we came down, y'all fuck with us Twistin' up the game, Dutchy, easy, while the paper See the flavors of the bud we want Showin' love, that's comin' crazy, how these women love to page me When they know it's only one I'm gon' fuck with, 'cause I'm not the player type, just feed me grapes Watch the haze, crispy, save the whites LV chain onto my jeans, they know I'm playin' right Tell me what my name is to the game, I'm always sayin' I'm Number one, comin' with a microphone, pounds of weed Every pair of kicks is like I'm licensed as the number one kid in fly Nikes Not another fly like me (Yeah) I get it done when I said it, watch me stomp the beat (Check it) In my Flights right when the instrumental drops (Look, look) [Verse 3: Beedie] Well, I'm back, ready for round two (Yeah) Hustle 'round the grounds, fool Always keep my pivot, y'all be slippin' in your clown shoes (Shoes) I'm from a foul zoo, Pittsburgh, it's Beedie Crack Here with Franchise and all my guys, let me speed it back (Back) If you can move, then I'ma work it like physical fitness (Yeah) Have ya bitch bendin' backwards like she was a gymnast (Haha) Yes, it's the fuckin' greatest (Greatest) So let me tell you, when I say it, chyeah, we gettin' papers (Papers) Whole team squadded up, we takin' over acres, no fakers, homie (Yeah) Feds takin' pictures, cops watchin', got the cameras on me (Why?) Got the sticky, smell the orange crush, mandarin Out with Fran' and them Spittin' synonyms and antonyms My standard is outstandin', man (Uh-huh) Every time I grab a pen (Woah), waitin' right around the bend (Chyeah) Make you need an aspirin (Yeah) She ain't even gotta ask for him Thinkin' if she want a road boy, your chance is slim [Verse 4: Living Proofe] Yeah, so much shit up on my brain Crack the window, light it up, drop the ashes on the pane (Yeah) Some type eclectic, breathin' through the strange Been the rock to the jungle, the lion to the mane Never catch me lyin' on my name I'm the Proofe, while they aim to shoot, I just shoot to aim So I'm packin' it to accurately tame All these animals and cannibals just tearin' up the game (I'm) so fly (Yup), no need for a plane Move the clouds, leave the sun, shoot the stars, make it rain (Rain) So high, the dollar makin' change Flashbacks like a vet, took a bottle to the brain Cash stack (Yup), I'm ballin' once again Got a mean crossover, stay the fuck up out my lane Deep thought, hold it, yet your cheap talk lower than my sight So precise, you could never touch my range [Verse 5: Ciego & Mac Miller] Poppin' pills, I never sleep, I barely eat I'm drinkin' square, smokin' beers, is it clear? Soap appeared, sober weird, anti-social, I don't care Middle finger for you here Failure never shows the fear I am over standin' there Not the best, somethin' here Death is closin' in the rear Rats are [?] here Rapidly, I regulate Droppin' like the counterweight Duckin' from them county weights Reperate and calculate Contemplation, confrontation, hesitation, [?] shakin' Block awakin', watchin' how you conversatin' Goin' in, then again, left 'em where I first begin The worst of men My worthless sense, I'm grindin' harder, shinin' longer Really-nilly, smokin' Philly Barber foolin' like I'm Billy Push me, I'ma show you, silly Number two, I'm really illy Overlooked, you know the dealy Really wanna try me, really seen my city? Niggas gritty, bar pissy Hoodie on (Uh), [?] with me (Look) Truth [Verse 6: Mac Miller] Ayo, I'm comin' with a flow you ain't seen in a long time Makin' the song cry If you not with me, you on the wrong side People goin' by smokin' so I throw 'em five Try and get a hit of this haze, Franny be smokin' la La costa nostra, I keep it in the family Plus I'm goin' global, ma', the kid gon' win a Grammy Award, you can hand me the Billboard That's the type of shit a muhfucker would kill for This is some real war Bitch, this no Call of Duty I got a bunch of lil' groupies, dress 'em all in Gucci 'Cause it don't mean shit Fresh kicks on my Bruce Lee shit I see you effin' H's, now you hangin' with a G, bitch A young boy all season Go against the Empire, that'd be treason (Hahaha) Few bags of hash when they bringin' all my weed in And two bad bitches, find me sittin' in between 'em [Outro: DJ Rated R] ID Labs Henny & Haze, Rated R 2010, we on our mixtape takeover shit Spittsburgh in this motherfucker Yo Pittsburgh, we get it?