Clubber Lang

[Intro]

Right now at 5:30

A deadly and braising shooting in Brooklyn

Oh, shit

I, self, Wall and CEO

Statik you tell 'em (Statik Selektah)

That's me

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Wais P]

Expansive six-room mansion taken by the government

Makin' Manson moves, big guns I'm lovin' it

Suckers hit, I'm dubbin' it, Clubber lang clubbin' it

Twenty sack stuffin' it, bad bitch cuffin' it

And I done had enough of this nursery breakin' me rhymes

Niggas lyin', they got perjury lines

It's like surgery, your life's literally on the line

And my designs, pure cancer, these pure anthems

Got 'em dancin' in the streets, not from thе beat

But from the shots that jump outta the hеat

Fuck your thought, blood sport, blood on my Diors

Shootin' niggas on tour, leavin' 'em stretched

I'm naughty with the Glock .40, that's why I named it Treach

I blame respect for the reason you gotta get checked when I'm on the set

And stop askin' me for the connect, I crash and wreck

And put holes through the door of your baby mamma address

Global mogul get you injured, come in a gang

When the chip nick folds you, you hold you

I'm the greatest, but you too busy ridin' dicks to play this

So fuck you and your playlist (Fuck 'em)

[Verse 2: Paul Wall & Termanology]

I just want the money and the power, the opposite of coward

Open carried pistol, AR ready to shower

I was taught brain power over manpower

Used to hustle in the towers, now my repertoire a tower

Cauliflower tempura, I'm ready

Nose dive, slippery slope, you goin' sleddin'

Wais P and P Dub with Statik in the kitchen

Got some suckers tuckin' tail, 'cause they don't want ascension

Quick decision, pay up or else pain get felt

I need every last dollar and the change on the shelf

I'm goin' stealth, I'm tryna make gains to my wealth

While you sittin' 'round playin' with yourself

Fuck that, you playin' with sacks, I'm chasin' the sack

Fresh outta Sax, jet fuel blow it like a sax

Paper stacked to the max, I just want the scraps

Get me every dime due plus tax

All of it, every dime

Every dollar, and anything else you got

And fuck all the bullshit, you know what I'm talkin' about? (Hurry up)

[Verse 3: Termanology]

I'm wakin' up in the penthouse 'cause of my pen

Mami fresh out the penthouse, I done it again

I bagged me a model slash entrepreneur

Got her sellin' pussy pictures, pounds, powder and more

Cook coke, lookin' like clam chowder galore

My accounts off shore, sippin' crown top floor

My new bitch a dog, yo, she got the lock jaw

Put in work then I told her get the condom out the drawer

Got my Paul Wall grill and my Wais P mink

Like my mommy's caramel and my Rosé pink

Color coordinated to fit custom made it

The brick Off-White, it's like Virgil made it

The bricks, they get wrapped, your bitch get kidnapped

We usin' her for the weekend, we gon' give her right back

We gettin' it out the trap, peppermint out the pack

8-Ball hit hard like I'm battlin' on smack

[Verse 4: KXNG Crooked]

Watch what you do for the love, KRS said it'll get you

Dope boys on the gram postin' predator pictures

My homie in front of the CVS beggin' for liquor

Hate that the drugs fucked him up, he was a regular nigga

I picked him up, take him to eat his favorite seafood and dinner rolls

Kept givin' him red snapper and never a fishin' pole

Didn't know I wasn't helpin' until it hit my soul

Gave him some paper, like here write down all your different goals

And gimme a call when you ready to work them

He never called, still layin' down, guessed the hurt floored him

But back to these raps, so wavy I surf board 'em

So dirty, you gotta hit the Earth's core to search for 'em

My nigga, that's how I hopped in the blue rag, new Jag'

Paint so silky, look like a durag

The coroner zipped me, I'm fresh to death in my new bag

I survive what few have, so why you mad? Too bad

Now you know who you in the presence of, Denny's after the titty bar

No Charlamagne but that's the Breakfast club

Smith and Wesson snug for family, I got that wreckless love

Fuck around and you catch a slug, now you really met the plug

Herby love bug bucket hat

Salt and pepper beard, I don't fuck with none of y'all

Y'all niggas hella weird

Y'all gon' make me take off like a Learjet

Bitches hear the lyrics, get horny, nigga, they ears wet

Let's rap about it