Another One

[Chorus: Black Milk]

We got another one popping

Turn it up a notch and keep rocking

Turn it up a notch and keep knocking

The haters wanna look, then keep watching

Ha ha, laugh at them, let them look

Cause they know they can't stop us

Know they, know they, know they can't top us

Keep dropping, niggas keep watching

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]

This one is sinful sentiments

I keep a pump like adrenaline

The opposite of innocent, gun play is imminent

The penmanship red, your dead, scribbled in blood

Wannabe thugs fled and gave the ground a hug

I got an airhead rat I like to keep doped up

Told her that she was dreaming, her man got his throat cut

Jedi mind trick a bitch, push a sell and get a chick to split the L

If the pigs flick the whip, give me bail

"What up, though?" to Brooklyn, the dogs are loose

Who calling troops? The shotguns tossing goose

And broke the treaty, I'll smoke you easy

Murder City where the rich are broke and peazy

[Verse 2: Trick Trick]

What the hell? I reckon they want a twelve

The second I heard this record, I figured I might as well

Aggravate and piss off those that can't stand me

Like man and the man is trying to raise a family

Ban me, I said it and I don't give a fuck, call me the outlaw

Thinking I need this business? I can do without ya'll

As long as Agent K is making fully-automatics, I'mma get it

And I ain't bullshitting you can forget it

Pussy-ass niggas popping shit on they webpages

The game has become outrageous

The stage is set for real niggas to come out with them gauges

And the gangsters out of them cages

[Chorus: Black Milk]

We got another one popping

Turn it up a notch and keep rocking

Turn it up a notch and keep knocking

The haters wanna look, then keep watching

Ha, ha, laugh at them, let them look

Cause they know they can't stop us

Know they, know they, know they can't top us

Keep dropping, niggas keep watching

[Verse 3: Sean Price]

P! Yo

Off the wall, no curl kit, no electric socks

Your world flip, pearl grip on the sket that pop

Murder, death, kill, Villain from the 'Ville

Pill-poppin', still real cocaine-cooking niggas drill poppin'

Sean Price the name, Random Axe is the group, duke

I spray shots in vain cops, fuck it you loot, duke

Hippity-hop niggas wanna rap in the booth cute

Meanwhile I got crack stacked up in the deuce shoe

Fuck fame, homie, I rap for the change only

Counter-punch suckers for lunch, I'm James Toney

You got the star look, but your ring and your chain's phony

Back of 'The Source' jewels, slap, we force cool (Ooh!)

[Verse 4: Rock]

We all one in the same

It's like I am Ruck, I am Black Milk, B

I'm Trick Trick, I am Simpson, but I'm not guilty

Rock filthy, the block's feel me

I own them, fuck a Donald Trump, I'm 'Donald Dump' I got realty

See me in HD, high-def, definitely high

Stunting caught 'em all, berry niggas cry

Oh, I know Inspectah Deck 'em in the eye

You not doing the electric, I ain't letting niggas slide

Act up, it's ramifications of blamming a gauge in

Your face, It's beef, not the shit on a sandwich your making

Amateurs faking but don't respect or knock your ganstafications

Me? I'mma a monster, my mere presence will panic a nation

Niggas 'bout as loyal as Popeye bitch Olive Oyl

No beef raps, but I got drama for you

Think about it, you know who I got with me

Brooklyn, Detroit, same shit, they both 'Rock City'