Set The Pick

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] How many licks do a nigga gotta hit just to come up on a brick Like Craig hit Deebo with Take team work to ball man, someone set the pick I come around shootin' like swish, quote this If I can't make nothin', I'm gon' take somethin' Feds comin', one of y'all niggas done said somethin' Long as I remain here I'm gon' stay thuggin' Rap don't pay the bills then I'm gon' stay hustlin' 6 million ways to die, choose one A lot of niggas afraid to die, you one You got all them guns inside, shoot one As the last nigga fall for they life, who won? [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Yo, fuck your interview That lil' buzz you got is political I knock your pride out, I'm dumbin' down still, too lyrical You photobombin', awful timin', don't know nobody Hard to keep up with kings, I show a body How it's guided from a shattered stage 'Bout to make me a money barricade Usually rappin' 'caine, gorgeous bougie bitch that Paris made My jewelry ain't the average grade Tool in my movie got you woozy from my acid phase Bubbly spillin' glasses raised, hold up niggas have to pay Shotty rip your leg away Sumo when I flat the track Assume I'm comin' back to stack Vroomin' somethin' black on black Room to let my MAC attack Rumored I'm an acrobat Zoomin' in my habitat Two's in my accomplishments Comments full of nonsense But them fools don't want the consequence Bruisin' once my crimes commence Bermuda trips in my defense Sharp as the razor that I use to rip your confidence Your losing's obvious, uhh [Verse 3: Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks] Fuck your radio host, fuck your rap blog Fuck your favorite rapper and his big body guard Fuck the industry man the streets gon' remember me It's T-O-N-Y Yayo, I been a G Pull up and these haters gettin' finicky Music loud, rollin' loud, potency can hardly see Splendid, extravagant relaxation I guess that's why these bitch niggas hatin' Got the persona of drug lords Versace slippers, Versace robe Hit Rio in Brazil, my life real I got a lot of clientele I'm on that Pusha T shit, goin' diamond on my cell I'm supposed to chill? Man shit is real That was my only destination out here in the field The drama cookin' and my partner caught raw deal The people lookin' tryna make it out on four wheels I ain't got no bail, shit is really real Now it's 3 hots on one cot in the jail Prosecutor tryna kill a nigga for a cell Talkin' football numbers man, shit is really real