ACT UP

[Intro: Young Nudy] (Hahahaha) Hahahaha I told you I was comin', Killer (Yeah, bitch) I'm tellin' you, yeah I told you, yeah, I told you I knew I told you I heard about you, I'm tellin' you [Verse 1: Killer Mike] Let your worth ethic determine your worth All for the family, the money come first Blue Flame on a Sunday, it's rainin' in church Can't see my dawgs, threw my dick in the dirt Hope for the best and prepare for the worst Rather die free than be locked up and burnt Smell like a chick, I look wealthy in person Been 'bout my bag, bitch, I'm back in my Birkin Top dawg, can't let go this shit, I got lockjaw They say real back in style, yeah, that's my fault If my name in they mouth, then it's G.O.A.T. talk Got to get back to work, ain't no days off Gave my normalcy up, that's what fame costs Any opp on my list, scratch his name off Make ten million, that's for every slave bought Blacked out Range, I'm swervin' Devil red guts, bloody murder Rebel with a cause, Nat Turner Boss up, still a hard worker Pink lemonade doin' numbers, ask Burna, yeah Jaw like a lock, I'm humble, uh No progress without struggle, uh I'm the next Herman J. Russell, uh You lookin' like food in the jungle [Bridge: Killer Mike] Quiet and kept, we make all the noise Off the curb with the ATL Waterboyz Play with them, not with us, we got all the toys Can't tap in, they not valid, they null and void This a hit, Barry Bonds, I'm on steroids Feds is watchin' for real, I'm not paranoid Back to back, black on black, murdered out the foreign These big rocks on my watch look like asteroids [Chorus: Young Nudy] I pull up in black truck (Black truck) Everybody with me strapped up, boy, don't make us act up (Don't make us act up) If you actin' like a actor, boy, I'm just gon' clap you (Clap him) I don't hang with no type of actors, all my niggas 'bout action (Action) [Verse 2: Young Nudy] Light, camera, action (Action) The stick just gon' get to blastin' (Baow) This shit right here gon' get nasty (Nasty) We gon' kill niggas, slump 'em in traffic (Slump 'em) My dawg is really for real (Real) They killin' this shit, this for real (For real) We murderin' shit, nah, for real (Nah, for real) Now twelve want us for real (For real, nigga) See, the rest of y'all niggas, y'all pussy Y'all niggas snitch, y'all niggas ain't real (Ain't real) See, all my niggas, we with it (We with it) Get in this shit, we know what it is (We know what it is) We know what it is in the field (Field) Ain't with that shit, it ain't real (Uh-uh) 'Cause you get in the room and squeel (And squeel) You lil' pussy-ass-niggas for real, my dawg (Hold up), yeah We gotta kill 'em all (We gotta kill 'em) A hundred round stick, we fillin' 'em all (Fillin' 'em all) We gotta kill 'em, dawg We catch them slippin', we knockin' 'em off (We knockin' 'em off) I don't care what it 'bout, don't care what it cost, we droppin' it off (Droppin' it off) I don't care what it 'bout, we droppin' it off, we knockin' 'em off (Knockin' 'em off, yeah) [Chorus: Young Nudy] I pull up in black truck (Black truck) Everybody with me strapped up, boy, don't make us act up (Don't make us act up) If you actin' like a actor, boy, I'm just gon' clap you (Clap you) I don't hang with no type of actors, all my niggas 'bout action (Action) [Outro: Young Nudy] All my niggas 'bout action All my niggas 'bout action Uh, I told you, uh, I told you I knew I told you, yeah (Haha)