Set The Pick

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]

How many licks do a nigga gotta hit just to come up on a brick

Like Craig hit Deebo with

Take team work to ball man, someone set the pick

I come around shootin' like swish, quote this

If I can't make nothin', I'm gon' take somethin'

Feds comin', one of y'all niggas done said somethin'

Long as I remain here I'm gon' stay thuggin'

Rap don't pay the bills then I'm gon' stay hustlin'

6 million ways to die, choose one

A lot of niggas afraid to die, you one

You got all them guns inside, shoot one

As the last nigga fall for they life, who won?

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Yo, fuck your interview

That lil' buzz you got is political

I knock your pride out, I'm dumbin' down still, too lyrical

You photobombin', awful timin', don't know nobody

Hard to keep up with kings, I show a body

How it's guided from a shattered stage

'Bout to make me a money barricade

Usually rappin' 'caine, gorgeous bougie bitch that Paris made

My jewelry ain't the average grade

Tool in my movie got you woozy from my acid phase

Bubbly spillin' glasses raised, hold up niggas have to pay

Shotty rip your leg away

Sumo when I flat the track

Assume I'm comin' back to stack

Vroomin' somethin' black on black

Room to let my MAC attack

Rumored I'm an acrobat

Zoomin' in my habitat

Two's in my accomplishments

Comments full of nonsense

But them fools don't want the consequence

Bruisin' once my crimes commence

Bermuda trips in my defense

Sharp as the razor that I use to rip your confidence

Your losing's obvious, uhh

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks]

Fuck your radio host, fuck your rap blog

Fuck your favorite rapper and his big body guard

Fuck the industry man the streets gon' remember me

It's T-O-N-Y Yayo, I been a G

Pull up and these haters gettin' finicky

Music loud, rollin' loud, potency can hardly see

Splendid, extravagant relaxation

I guess that's why these bitch niggas hatin'

Got the persona of drug lords

Versace slippers, Versace robe

Hit Rio in Brazil, my life real

I got a lot of clientele

I'm on that Pusha T shit, goin' diamond on my cell

I'm supposed to chill? Man shit is real

That was my only destination out here in the field

The drama cookin' and my partner caught raw deal

The people lookin' tryna make it out on four wheels

I ain't got no bail, shit is really real

Now it's 3 hots on one cot in the jail

Prosecutor tryna kill a nigga for a cell

Talkin' football numbers man, shit is really real