Intro [2011]

[Intro] Okay, y'all listen up a minute We gonna do a song that you've never heard before And it goes a lil' somethin' like this Hard, on-on-on the beats Hard, on-on-on the beats Ayy, I just got a question Look [Verse] What you talkin' 'bout? Some rappin' shit? If it's just money and hoes, nigga, you ain't rappin' shit Put a cease to your old flow, 'cause it reeks like a hobo Nigga, I will DC send this Joan blow go CC, tell your whole coast we don't want that weak shit no more Fuck these niggas, Pro' focused, nigga, my flow ferocious Ride this beat like a locomotive, reppin' these streets like a G supposed to Old school 'Lac with the muffler smokin', dents in the back, but I'm rollin' With a bad bitch and her ass look swollen, talkin' that trill shit as we coastin' This that realness, I ain't posin', nah, I ain't no killer But these college girls, they love him, the streets niggas, they feel him Got the knowledge of a scholar, demeanor of a killer Recognize the dangerous mind, homie, you see one in the buildin', nigga That revolution Marcus Garvey flow I'm Bob Marley, though, even though I hardly smoke I blew when niggas tried to call me lucky as a four leaf clover But I furthered they style, don't need no Maury show, bitch The fans is losin' they patience 'Cause they want that original, but niggas is droppin' out duplications, boy Mobster all in your rhymes, but really you're not, you niggas is fakin' Why the fuck is you broke all the time with all these so-called moves you makin'? Hold up, trill nigga, better ask around The only reason your ass got signed 'cause nigga, that deal, I passed it down Gimmicks could last a round, this him to the legends gon' pass the crown I'm stackin' that cash up now 'cause every beat I get on, this cash compound, I kill it I kill it, banks of snakes, I hope they ride and die But it's not for I to be protestin' on blocks outside Die or the cops are swine, I watch my folk get popped and die My nigga, D, still out the side, Texas heat, I've been out the pot Fuck them hoes 'cause I gots to ride for the Gs in blue and niggas poppin' fire This real shit, they can't knock the nine, hit the stage and niggas think Pac's alive Alex Haley, Huey Newton, Gil Scott and Nat Turner, too Droppin' heat, boy, I burn the booth, Pro' be speakin' that Sojourner Truth H-Town I represent, and out the south to the east to the west No disrespect the Cali team, but I easily bet, my nigga, we the best Ask Slim, that my partner, Face heard me, nigga tried to sign me Z-Ro tweeted "I'ma be a legend," Bun B quoted, "He gon' be a problem" [Outro] If you want respect, you gotta earn it You damn right You gotta be ready to throw down, stand up, and die for that shit like Blizzard did, if you want some juice You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know You there to take them out Any time you feel like it You gotta get the ground beneath yo' feet, partner Get the wind behind your back or go out in a blaze if you got to Otherwise, you ain't shit You might as well be dead ya damn self