Beez Like That (Sometimes)

[Verse 1: Jamal]

Ya see, all these niggas wanna test my steez

I cock and squeeze on all phoney MC's

I still maintain and keep my eyes on the prize

Got to get the cream, nigga better recognize (tell 'em why)

It's 95 and I gotta get mine (yeah)

Lampin' with the crew on the block, I keep the nine (what?)

For all the jealous motherfuckers tryin' to bring the ruckus

Bust this, style and you know I stays dusted (what?)

Off the purple rain of pain, insane

Niggas wanna see Jamal and then I Bring the Pain

Like Method, niggas second guessin' if they step

I let them motherfuckers know where the weapons kept in

(it's in the back) My nigga Erotic got it rollin' on the scene

Seen that punk ass nigga and I shot at him (what?)

He was lampin' on the block

And niggas didn't see Jamal had the Glock (what?)

It had the scope plus the infared beam mind full of schemes

Cause a motherfucker tried to get me for my cream (true dat)

It don't matter cause I roll like that

Droppin' motherfuckers who be steppin' to the mass

The weapon the keep it cocked

And niggas couldn't see Jamal they know I wreck shop

And everytime I rhyme, my lines be bomb

Way beyond yours just to make it primetime

[Hook: Jamal]

Cause I got my niggas and we got guns

It beez like that, we always stay strapped

Cause I got my niggas and we got guns

It beez like that, we always stay strapped

[Verse 2: Calif]

Yo I get Brave like Atlanta, stickin' niggas like Deon Sanders

When I pack guns like Bonanza (what)

Runnin' Rebel like Nevada, fuck them whores (uh)

Lampin' on the O wit sess sticks and drug brawls

Maxin' like Maximas, flippin styles like spatulas

Calif rolls on cruise like pirellis on Acuras

Nigga know who I am with them phat raps

Wreckin' ghettos and turnin' bitches out like crack cats

So fire it up and watch me get hot like two Glocks

Lock shit down like two cops bang bang like two shots

WHUTEVER, how you want it? Lyrically you're gutted

True to what I do my style is underground like subways (yeah)

Hey, who I be Raw Lif the chief rocka

The shit take ya straight to the streets of the east (motherfucker)

Word is bon, fuck peace

Fuck with Def Squad niggas be deceased, cut it short

(Cut the shit off)