Target Practice

[Verse One: Laws]

Yo, I got rap on its back in a missionary

I'm erasin' the word swag from the dictionary

You say they wannna give me a Grammy? Oh goody

Just let me grab my black sweatpants and Champion hoodie

And it's on, I'm sorry you a bummer, I don't run a liquor store But I feel sorry for your mother 'cause her son is such a fuck up He follow when he should be leadin'

Me without a brain is the only way this could be even

Yeah your boy is back

And I'm all about business like your boy in black

I get hyper than a show with your boys in back

I got ups like Luigi when his coins are stacked

A hundred to be precise they wanna make me starve

And then they wanna feed me advice?

Well fuck it, I'll beat 'em twice

I got a black suit you can try on son

But what I don't got is a shoulder you can cry on son

So what you cryin' for?

[Hook: Laws]

I ain't give it to 'em yet

I been holdin' back, what I give 'em is the best

What you think they gonna do? Think they gon' play dead?

What you say you gonna do? I'mma hit 'em in the head

[Verse Two: Joe Budden]

Joe partner, go harder

Here's some advice, work on your flow for starters

Chill, don't bother to ask me for help

Got you pussies on lock, no chastity belt

I'm after the wealth, tryna to have the world in my palm

Tryna to reach the top of the world and beyond

Bread crumbs for the birds, that's the trail that they on

You can meet me at the suite of the 'tel in a thong

School of hard knocks, whack rappers droppin' out

Weak metaphors, punches don't knock 'em out

From now on, bad bars ain't rockin' out

No space for 'em under the board to box 'em out

Let's begin, they respect is thin

Don't care if you rich, can't afford to neglect the pen

Steppin' to them's an expected win

When I slam, you can notify the next of kin, Joey

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Laws]

Can you hear me now?

I'm talkin' to my chick like do I make you really proud?

With all these women tryin' to give it to me cheering loud

And if I give it to 'em, would you wanna hear me out?

If we were to switch positions and you had the ability to spit like a 50 Cal

And you became famous, would you chicken out?

When you get approached by the guys who did Maybach

And they say the game's whack, they tired of these lame cats

When everybody wants you to be the one that saves rap

And they askin' what you doing, you don't wanna say rap

'Cause this music is bullshit, it ain't been the same since Puffy said take that

On an ADAT, they hear the track and they said Laws ate that

But he'll never be famous because Laws ain't that

So what I'm lookin' for in the crowd ain't daps

I'm thinkin' who I finna aim at?

[Outro]

I ain't give it to 'em yet

I been holding back, what I give 'em is the best

What you think they gonna do? Think they gon' play dead?

What you say you gonna do? I'mma hit 'em in the head

I'mma hit 'em in the head