5 Left In The Clip (RJD2 Remix)

[Intro: Breeze Brewin] Yo! Breezly Brewin', Juggaknots up in this bitch E.C. in the house! In ya mouth! Copy up in here My man Cage – wutup, Cage! Tame! Yak-bidallz, it's like... [Verse 1: Copywrite] Copywrite the white James Brown, write flames down I rain on these lightweight clowns with lightweight sounds You lie Ffce-down while I take crowns and violate towns And fuck who opened up (Fuck 'em, man), it’s my place now (Fuck out of here) But you barking loudly for a mutt that’s part chihuahua Still shine when I’m high, partly sunny, partly cloudy You talking mouthy, and I’ma duct tape you fuck faces Ain’t no way to straighten how you bit, fuck braces Gauges end up blazing out you cliques, duck quickly I’m like a broken condom, none of y’all can fuck with me I hope you’re cool resolving that revolving gat aimed at your frame The palms will clap, the High Exaulted’s back Fresh off tour (Yeah), left a mess on whores Promoters that owe us dough sweat bullets through Teflon pours And I match ‘em, two for every one they sweat out Spread the lead out with high beams, I’m like Visine, I get the red out [Verse 2: Yak Ballz] We at the club, and I’m out of my forehead Eyes so bloodshed, everythings painted all red And we all wet – shit, my crew all bent Enough to send shots straight through the doors of a Benz limo So obliterated, they ID 'em by the passenger’s dental Pissy drunk and I’m tipping like dominos We live it up, plush spots, we get high in ‘em And when I’m in the cut, sipping my cup in fly denim Haters know we got fly with 'em, bitches wanna rock with 'em After the bar, leaving with so-called rap stars Smoking too many blunts, they making me laugh hard We rap gods – Weathermen, it’s time to blast off [Verse 3: Tame One] Tame been All City since Tootie had small titties Come to the malls with me, I be spending all 50's High again, with enough smoke to choke a fireman Last seen with 76 Phillies like Iverson High and bent in my environment, where I invent Lyrical violence, that’ll separate the mice from the men I Timberland swamp-stomp competition that’s listening Twice as interesting, 'cause I’m different, the difference In being the champ or going the distance Tame One the Cheech Wizard, tragic magic, mental dyslexic Be rapping backwards when I practice, mentally hit Bent like I’m taking a shit, drink a whole Hennessy fifth And won’t trip, see me in the corner rolling chocolate chips in little bricks That’s the Izabella – "Twenty-twen-twen-twen," like Chris Tucker This mahfucker, Tame is that nigga [Verse 4: Cage] You chilling at a killers dinner party, evenings with pillers Put a blade in you, it’s just retrieving the bullets Death's still touring, stars thinking of warring They weaker each release like Lucas wrote they shit for ‘em I’m just trying to get my money to build But I can’t feel with my hands, so Cage is coming to kill And fix these numbers And spend some of this HBO check from embalming like Six Feet Under Left side of the stadium gets torn the fuck down Give these indie rap squatters more reason to suck now Shit, piss, and corruption, so fuck the love While I roll with my cult following and drain some blood [Verse 5: Breeze Brewin] Yo, Breezily, I approach, I spy on enemies Heatedly like I’m coach Bobby Knight, y’all Brian Dennehy’s I be tight seeing these bad actors, see your asscrack Your steez – drunk at some gay bar off fag daiquiris Life’s trife, Al-Qaeda’s wild ride, I hear “Death to the infidels,” I feared for my wife’s life Then my thoughts switched Had some talks with my Weathermen brethren, now I pimps that star bitch So go on, get your doe to show your ass – nice, good tits Or a downpour, the pounds cover heist footprints We weather whatever, men Y’all whether or not to continue living Given you know you never have sex–with women The crew’s legit, could never be sloppy I see Copy, Copy, Copy, leaving brothers on some Puba shit Just avoid Cage, Yak, Tame Breezly Brewin swing harder than Sammy Sosa during ‘roid rage [Outro: Breeze Brewin] Weathermen... Weathermen... Breezy Brewin... Juggaknots... Weathermen C'mon, y'all!