How dare you challenge me?
Malayan tiger
I think it's time we went deep into the archives
No one is allowed to enter the sacred foe
This Alaskan nigga approached me, he had suede on
Caesar had half moon, had his weight on
Five, six, drop, pressing Barbados
Stacked potatoes, rockin' Kris shit, had Play-Doh
What's your name? Louis Rich the Third
Bag your herb, half of that, kid, probably a burb
Now we speak, took off my hat, waves thinkin'
Beat, they think he actin' like he know about Reef
Still unsure, other than that, feel more than safe
Let money fake, I got three, boys hate that
Rolled up, thought a nigga would front and fold up
Threw the medallion out, rocks all rolled up
Who should beat this? Money grabbin' his drink
Bumpin' the Leafs, that's Chico, yo, what up with Rico?
He's chillin', glanced at his nigga with the Rams hat
Checked the stands, then check where his hands at
Drinks was gorgeous, priceless shit, that's foolish
Fifteen thousand in the trunk, he asked for Louis' cat
Reached, grabbed his burner, shots released like a new single, though
Except one touched the god niece, emotional
Blowin' them shots like they promotional
Shorty run from the door, hit the floor, commotion
Won't stop playin', bangin' on the door, jakes layin'
Something crazy, he had an eighty and a cat hand
Stay still, kid, them niggas over there want drama
Hold your head, sort of like Wu vs. Lama
Grab the ether, salute them niggas, you got shit
Calico pop shit, rap burglar rock shit (yo, yo)
You're bein' watched like you new on the block from rooftops
Get your booze on, these hot shots pop, the music stops
Party's over, bold soldier move for his holster
Shot the lights out, struck the bouncer in his shoulder
Hard times for Po-9
Can't control the masses scream for more, backstage, we slingin' V.I.P. passes
Jakes sprayin' mace, riots be takin' place
When the Clan show their face, the fans slow their pace
Get your blunt rolled, fuck the 5-0, they want it done, though
Bitches get trampled, niggas wildin' in the front row
Fire marshall catch a beat-down tryin' to cut my sound
Radio dispatcher back-up
Bustin' rounds without intermission from a crouched position
Bullets ricocheted off the strobe-light, strikin' Christians
My nigga slipped in 'nough ammunition to bust back
Fuck that, them out of- own cats'll take the rap
It's war on the dance floor, quarter to four
Before we peeled off, they tried to seal off the back door
Gats for the beast, high-pursuit down the side street
Shot up my getaway Jeep
Crashed the front glass, and blew the head-rest off the passenger seat
I grabbed the heat, ditched the whip and then escaped on feet
While the locals interrogated for names and photos
Work with 5-0, swappin' info for dough
Stay still, kid, them niggas over there want drama
Hold your head, sort of like Wu vs. Lama
Grab the ether, salute them niggas, you got shit
Calico pop shit, rap burglar rock shit
Stay still, kid, them niggas over there want drama
Hold your head, sort of like Wu vs. Lama
Grab the ether, salute them niggas, you got shit
Calico pop shit, rap burglar rock shit
What? Uh
Ain't scared of that, but listen
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