Cypher

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]

And I say one for the money, three for the show (Roll up)

Because we know that all the bad bitches smoke (Vibe with me!)

You competition is past fictional

Gettin stopped like a bad pick and roll, magnifico

These niggas is getting old, my team too strong

Kevin knows, take you out your zone, I'm the new don

And the only polo I know is Ralph Lauren

Put me on the court with the opposition, I'll outscore 'em (Easy)

[Verse 2: Kent M$ney]

Try not to use cash so my checks serve a purpose

Every time I sign for a blessing, I use my cursive

Got scruffs on my Timbs for a dollar so it was worth it

Cocaine white suits, see an angel before we murk him

Hard for the work, niggas' eyes love to lurk

I got a bitch named cal, she 'bout 40 and love to twerk

Nothing changed, range aiming at your frame, nigga

Ain't a clause when dear to reign get you slain nigga

[Verse 3: Pricetag]

Uh, Prices turnover the code like da Vinci, no nigga tempt me

Generational curse of chugging whiskey 'til it was empty

Drive-bys out that four-door Honda, dreams of a Bentley

Pockets full of dead white men, I pray the master don't lynch me

Step your game up, you wifed her, she been a rat

I text her at the crack of dawn, tap-tap it and send her back

My granny, momma, sister, cousin bedroom was up in that trap

"Is them drugs up on my counter?" "No momma, that's Similac"

[Verse 4: B Mac the Queen]

Yo, I just spent like 30K today, I ain't gon' front

See I came up from the bottom, I'ma get everything I want

See the homies, I'ma holla, nothing changed, I rolled a blunt

Told 'em now it's time to eat cause we been starving days and months

And it's a must that we can trust nobody but us, we ready to bust

If enemies come, but I can realize that this ain't what you want

See I do this shit for fun, screaming HS87 'til I'm done

(Vibe with me!) Ha, now I'm done

[Verse 5: Oktane]

Stop the beat, here comes the starter

Grab your popcorn, grab your water

Grab your daughter, 'cause she watching

'Cause I start like Mr. Carter

Say I'm ballin' like a man, finger on the trigger

Got money all in my pocket, I'm a I-E nigga

Name Oktane, that nigga Oktane to be exact

You hoped to hear from a real nigga one day, well this is that

I got that crack and I got that X, R, E, AK, and I got my back

Tony Montana give em that brrrat, HS87 nigga that's that, I'm done

(Vibe with me!)

[Verse 6: ScHoolboy Q]

No need for me to getting involved

You'll get hit with a bat and wrapped in a cloth

Uh, razor blades, shanks and fades

Everybody on the floor or they K'd

Uh, my young gliggity-Glock got on my crotch

Stay ready and cocked

Can't wrap me in a bag, I'm going pop

Uh, new Rollie, so heavy metal, want a rock? Gotta hustle nonstop

[Verse 7: Casey Veggies]

Look, wash your hands before you shake mine

You was talking shit, I heard it through the grapevine

Yeah, it's a lot of boppers on the sideline

So the young baller had to go baseline

I'm a black nigga with money like Akon

You mad the squad winning, that's a hate crime

Peas and carrots, live and grow, that's my day job

Young Veggie attract hoes like a Drake song

[Verse 8: Xzibit]

(West!) California, Christopher Dorner manifesto

Hit-Boy hip-hop, I started on the metro

But now I'm in that retro, Ferrari two-seater

With the pedal to the floor, got it singing like Aretha

If you scared, get a dog or a preacher

Hit the hot spot with a bitch resembling Mona Lisa

Priceless, I'm righteous, I walk the talk

I am cooked cocaine, you are softer than chalk

'Cause your bite ain't as bad as your bark

After dark, you inside like an embryo, I swim with the sharks

'Cause when I smell blood in the water, I'm taking over

Like the New World Order, witness the gangland slaughter

(The West!) Bitch

[Verse 9: Rick Ross]

(Maybach Music)

Still sipping Rosé back seat of the Rolls

Kilos on the Cuban Link, they thought it was Hov's

Fascinated with gold, sneakers and talented hoes

Before you get to cruise, you paddle the boat

Elevated to elevators, had to walk flights

Young niggas lick shots for them Air Nikes

[Verse 10: Method Man]

Yo, ride with me although the driver is tipsy

Avoid them officers that are calling 50s to get me

They call me talk of the city, never talkin' the jiggy

Man, I'd rather talk to Whitney, condolence to Bobbi Krissy

Balling I'm forreal, I got NBA skill

Make you feel a little scrappy with the Stevie J grill

And y'all ain't gotta ask me if it's Homicide Hill

Nah, don't even ask me, this is Homicide Hill

[Verse 11: Redman]

I'm from the era of Biggie Smalls, TLC "Waterfalls"

Buying dimebags by the mini-mall

I got your whole city logged online

Disrespect mine, I be throwing ones like a titty bar

You fucking with a grown man, boy

I Plug 2 like Trugoy, send that memo on your Android

For 10G, you can talk to the boss

My experience, I'm like Jordan on the court, nigga

[Verse 12: Raekwon]

Pyrex pots and Guess shorts, yo, weed flow is the best sport

Now I'm underwater flipping quarters

The code to go tackle the globe, black MAC in the robe

Metal mag cold straps, shit is gold

Partyville and Hennessy fiend, I'm blessed, it was a dream

He had his team moving tight like skinny jeans

You know, by any means, we will bring the magazines

Out and clap everything down like little geeses

All ridin' with Ninas, cooling in cuisines

Yo the whores is giving top in the back, I ordered wings

Spray shit up to smithereens, stepping off, they sway shit

Shake your hand, blow you head up in Killa Queens

Yo, the dons know what it do, I'm just that fly in the interview

Wintertime grinding it seems

Remember the pledge of allegiance, to the team

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