Rappies

[Intro: Boldy James]

It's Game Time

You heard me? (Double)

Mafia, what else? (Peechie Green)

Blocks (Boldy James)

Bold (ConCreatures)

Yeah

[Verse 1: Boldy James]

I hustle so you already know off the dribble (Uh-huh)

I'm tryna triple-double if not quadriple (Yeah)

Here them quadriplets and dimes go six for fifty (Flip)

Or twelve for ninety, grinding like we in the city (City)

But we in the country shining, down in Miami (Uh-huh)

Spending money, big-timing, sipping Dom 'til I'm pissy

Poolside at the lows or the blue fountain with my bros

Losing count, but who's counting? Nobody knows

But you, I lost count a long time ago

They say power move mountains, I guess I'm kinda strong

And strength come in numbers, but when you talking pros

Straight profit, straight drop it in a pot of gold

Over a billion served, more than nine trillion sold

Had to spot base where I could whip in five dollar bowls

Kept that steel reserved, four oh on me

Nigga, that's my word

[Chorus: Boldy James]

In Detroit, niggas scurry and these whores they be thirsty

So we keep them forties with the thirties off safety

Just in case we gotta do a nigga dirty

And beat him to the chase, we'll shoot you in a hurry

Dead in the face, bullets coming in flurries

And we never hesitate to pop 'em like a furnace

And burn 'em, we keep maggies

So don't worry, be happy, 'cause we rappies

[Verse 2: Mafia Double Dee]

They call me Double, 'cause I like to toke goods by the couple

Know a couple of good niggas who got lost in the shuffle

All for nothing, the D is for them Drugs

And the E is for Edgewood, and T is for your Trouble

The R is Real niggas in the O with them Ounces

The I for the them Institutions that they house us in

Silencer with the beam won't make a sound or jam

The last T for them Thousands grands

And all I had to do was put my product in a pack

Ran threw a half ki' in a hour and a half

'Cause he puttin' too much on his and I puttin' no cut on this

Plus they don't like it when it smash

Shit is garbage, and they'll never buy it 'cause it's trash

Game Time Mafia, bitch, we got it in a smash

Ridin' with the mag out, we gon' put it in a stash

Got a hundred-thousand cash in a Foot Locker bag

[Chorus: Boldy James]

In Detroit, niggas scurry and these whores they be thirsty

So we keep them forties with the thirties off safety

Just in case we gotta do a nigga dirty

And beat him to the chase, we'll shoot you in a hurry

Dead in the face, bullets coming in flurries

And we never hesitate to pop 'em like a furnace

And burn 'em, we keep maggies

So don't worry, be happy, 'cause we rappies

[Verse 3: Peechie Green]

I'm the flyest nigga walking, the illest nigga breathing (It's going up)

All on a bitch head once she get to skeeting (You ain't gotta listen)

Blowing on the best buds and I got this syrup too (Got it too)

Can't nobody fuck with the Peech (Nope), I'm in my world, dude

I ain't looking back 'less that bitch, she got an ass on her (Got one)

Tell her what she wanna hear I might have to clash on her

My home be the fast lane (Motor City)

Get rich or die tryna fuckin' run the whole game (Whole game)

Peech be the center, dawg

That painted area is where I made my tremors, y'all (Gangsta, nigga)

Pockets got the mumps

See I came from the bottom and the bottom of the slums (I ain't lookin')

Now I got a spig, two pistols, and a pump (Uh)

See the R, see the links, smelling loud, watch me thump (Work)

Real Motor City niggas, money like the Trumps'

See, this shit is for the birds, turn it up, watch me bump

[Chorus: Boldy James]

In Detroit, niggas scurry and these whores they be thirsty

So we keep them forties with the thirties off safety

Just in case we gotta do a nigga dirty

And beat him to the chase, we'll shoot you in a hurry

Dead in the face, bullets coming in flurries

And we never hesitate to pop 'em like a furnace

And burn 'em, we keep maggies

So don't worry, be happy, 'cause we rappies

[Outro: Peechie Green]

Y'all know what it is, it's over with

You fuck-niggas, nigga

Peechie, Boldy, Double, birds

Where they at? Fuck y'all gon' do?

Niggas know, man, niggas smell me, nigga

Niggas know how my shit go, man

Negro, what the fuck is you doing, dawg?

You know you got motherfucking business to take care of

Now why you ass playin', man? Dawg

Call me, nigga