BULLET KLUB

[Intro: Conway the Machine]

Yeah

You niggas know what's up, nigga

Don't play stupid, nigga

Yeah

Banks, what's up, nigga?

It's go time, homie

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]

Look, these niggas can't match what I create

Boy, I'm actually great

Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate (Hahh)

The couple stacks I would make with the MAC on my waist

I could send a package upstate and have you stabbed in the face

Thought you was safe while behind the wall (Huh?)

You vagina soft (You pussy)

Have you poked inside the yard, the youngin slidin' off (Hahahaha)

Before the Shady signin', I wore designer, y'all (Ca)

Dog, I swear we cut from a different kind of cloth (Facts)

I'm kinda off, wig shot, your brains fly across the street (Boom boom)

When I fire off the heat, then I'm ridin' off (Cap)

Goin' to get my dick sucked inside a loft (Hahahaha)

Put Scotty OG inside of my cigar (Smokin')

Don't call my phone if you ain't tryin' to buy it all, I'm the God

Keep it a 1000, I inspire y'all (Hahhhh!)

I provided y'all with classics, dropped the hardest tape since '94

But I started out supplyin' raw

Okay, I get it, my face is twisted

But considerin' my facial image, what nigga spit it the way I spit it?

Think about it, I'll wait a minute... (Hmmm)

I had to give you time to think of a name

'Cause it might take a minute (Hahahaha)

When I dropped Reject 2, I made a statement with it (Uh-huh)

Niggas talk tough, I prop up, to see what's shakin' with it (What's poppin', nigga?)

Let the Beretta knock the letters off your Lakers fitted (Boom boom boom!)

Toss bullets, I'm Troy Aikman with it when he played with Emmitt (Uh)

Admit it, I'm one of the greatest with it, huh (Woooo)

I raise the bar, flick the razor leave your face with scars (Cap)

Break in your place and all that money in your safe is ours (We need it all, nigga)

You rap niggas ain't safe at all

My youngin takin' niggas' chains at the awards

And then we skatin' off (Run that)

Empty the sticks like 50 shots is sprayin' off (Brrrrrr)

Kill 'em, double back, hit 'em again, we makin' sure, uh (The Machine)

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Uh, you know where the fuck we from, nigga

Sound like a murder one (Pap pap..)

It's the real niggas' year

Blood, sweat, tears and bullet flares

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Figured I hit the top with those I seen the bottom with

Wrong!

They switched, my circle so small I'm standin' out of it (Damn)

Episodes of a giant, hand me my monument

Steal off the table, bet he won't have a family to count it with (Nah)

Fake ass nigga, sign your baby a counterfeit

Limbs knocked off your counterparts

We're known for breakin' mama hearts (Uhh)

Ran out of patience debatin', die for the fast flip

Cruisin, collectin' Confederate flags to wipe my ass with (Nigga)

Had to be killin' shit, I'm hearin' ghosts

Seein' my folks disappearin' my feelings broke (Uh)

Being successful will bring 'em to tears faster

Keep your.. threats off the wire, buggin' out's my Fear Factor (Uh)

Uh.. 30 rounds for your square rapper

The hand of God off the vertical, rear smack ya (Uh)

Shot at me but I never felt a thing, my diamonds freezin'

Hate allergic, Valentino handkerchief for sneezin' (Yeah)

Drippin' with passion, I overdosed twice

Aced all obstacles, I ain't run from shit but the police (Shit)

Hunger balance cold nights

Life's a gamble, be damned I don't throw dice

I'm ten toes spike, high as my show price (Uh)

I bet a semi rise'll clear out all the petty vibes

It bark like a Shepherd, bite like Pennywise (Uh)

Them cruel beginnings of grim Chronic and Henny eyes

Ghoul? vomit and envy cries for cowards in disguise

I pull your card, make 'em look at you awkward after

Run around on my Gorilla shit, shittin' and toss it at ya

I was meant to be on in this era to off a master

Lash your back wit' your own whip

Followed by stronger laughter (Yeah!)

Look in my eyes and see the struggle of success

The memories of a hundred real niggas here in the flesh

From the view off the mountain top, I was mesmerized (Hm)

Medicine for maniacs, chain-reacts and the ghetto fried

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Uh, you know where the fuck we from, nigga

Sound like a murder one (Pap pap)

It's the real niggas' year

Blood, sweat, tears and bullet flares

[Verse 3: Benny the Butcher]

Yo, in my town we got foul habits, .40 cal packers

Hustlers plow cash and trap in a wild fashion (Uh)

'Til agents chase us around backwards

They know our faces, but to them, we just cases in a file cabinet

I'm Louie'd down in that brown fabric

This watch I bought to drown sadness

Blame my childhood for how I'm actin' (How I'm actin')

And leave the counter, then we brown baggin' (Yep)

The dollar amount stackin', I can see them numbers

Hustlers count backwards

I'm somewhat comfy in the bar section, not 'cause I'm rich

'Cause I'm certified, I'm nothin' like these crossdressers (Nah)

I can't believe where the flow got us (I can't believe this shit)

I kept the whole profit, got a plan with Roc like the Globetrotters

We straighten beef out and fold dollars

But I'm still humble from them days

We ate the bread with the mold 'round it

And this a feelin' you will never feel (never feel), the flow impressive still

And I perform better when the pressure build

Single mothers, readin' hustlers, stretchin' meals

She fed us with the cash for the electric bill (Woo!)

I'm too eclectic, mouth reckless still (Nigga)

I hit the hood just to chill, like the old days, catched a feel

You see, this paper could change a nigga demeanor (Seen it)

I seen it take dreamers and make 'em into believers (Uh huh)

Had you sippin' Ace pullin' up like Ace in the Beamer

But first you gotta relate to that Ace in the cleaners

AH!