Halfway Crooks

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Reach my surroundings when I move out cause dudes envy

Something like Prince Akeem 2 in the semi

Super soak ya, anti-social, for the mail I'll go postal

Postpone your post put it on pause with no controller at all

Just a nickel plated fo-fo, pockets got a melody, carryin' notes

Without bad breath, still carry the scope

I infrared whoever infiltrate, or disrespect, my money make it intellect, like a safety you intercept, a chain of bullets

They vics when they rubbing your chest, pincher

I treat all beef tender, no shook ones around here son

You like Michael Jay Fox when them bad boys come

Not Will Smith or Martin Lawrence, I'm talkin' 'bout boys that'll surely inspire your life insurance, life is short

Your reality is at the height of a dwarf

Say goodbye to the bitches and the champagne corks

Say hello to the ditches where your homies is tossed, in it

Porche blocks be black tinted, everything stocked

Catch me running over civilians, middle finger up when i'm removing the ceiling, dissect the whole block when i'm removing your building, this goes out to every man, woman and children

I don't discriminate, shook ones get earthquaked

[Verse 2: Punch]

Rappers are scared to death, they're scared to look

Cause ain't no such thing as halfway crooks

Niggas shook from the door like "Who is 'dem boys?"

Anything happen in front of it they're responsible for it

Niggas play hardcore like they really want a war

Find themselves ductaped in the Ford Explorer

Like "This ain't even car ford, how I end up in this?"

Walkin' on the ocean's floor at the bottom of the abyss

I'm guttin' you guppies up, take a nap with the fish

We don't wanna talk about it, we know where you live

Mattafact, we got pictures of your kids

Tryna' talk himself out of it, but he don't wanna hear

What a mess, look at what you niggas did

Dig a hole, bury yourself, by a jump off the bridge

This no subliminal, you know who we is

Tried to do the snake thing, but we got to his ribs

Not the rib that protect his organs, but rib meaning his woman that be spending his fortune

Huh, hop out the frying pan scorching, right into the fire

Hitman for hire, Punch

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]

When i be in the block, rappers, they get shook up

Cause what i'm holdin' that get your soul took up

Blukah! Sound of the chrome plated woopa

House flyin' straight to your medula, suit up

When it's time for war, lace your boots up

My advice ; get your head bulletproofed up

No mercy, when the tool bust, smooch ya'

Leave your ass asking for your future, who ya?

I don't know ya', gotta show ya', folding dough like yoga

Don't approach us, nurse bag get smoked fast like a penitentiary box

Of cigarettes, (yeah) we still got that work posted on the ave

Nickle and dime bags of narcotics, I got it

You want it? No problem, still got the fiend shook like hydraulics