Brother, you've been on my mind, oh brother We've changed over time, so, brother, I'm keeping my eyes on you I bet you don't think I know no better but sanging the blues Oh but brother have I got news for you, I'm something And I know you know that I'm something too
Yeah, usually I don't get into all this battle rap shit And all that shit's stupid but I'm gonna address it And after I get it off my chest may God bless it I will invest four minutes exactly for everyone Who had the audacity to attack me
I kept quiet but perhaps I should have pushed this fire quicker 'Cause to just sit with this shit I've only gotten sicker Yet I react without even a crack in my composure But the only way he knows to bring this shit to a closure
I'm worthy and my associates and I named the South Dirty And I'm even for sale in Braille, the deaf, dumb and blind have heard me But I ain't even breathin' until I get an even 30 I could casually clap up the front of somebody's throwback jersey
You makin' me hafta talk this way, ain'tcha? You makin' me hafta talk this way You forcin' me to walk this way Maybe my album will get bought this way
Niggaz slow down around me, I make 'em superstitious And one of my vices used to be wanting to look visually vicious But instead I use my head and I fed niggaz something nutritious But you will appreciate what a sacrifice this is
And I know you ambitious young men, you have my best wishes Have a piece of this pain on a platter, it's one of my best dishes When you assassinate my character, not one remark misses So it's gone get funky when I'm fryin' these little fishes
Fuck fakin', there has been some offense taken But this itty bitty beef is, beneath me like bacon But hear me when when I say, I ain't gone hate you halfway You know me, somebody will surely owe me
When it comes to respect, I only put my family before me And the beat ridin', oh so slowly but surely and you in danger And I'll be strict about straight every one of you niggaz like strangers I'll put bullet holes in anything that oppose through car doors and clothes
Amateurs and pros, hard-head niggaz and hoes, also friends and foes Let it be known that you'll lose your life fucking around with Lo This is my Glockapella and I'll be wearing diamonds forever Like I'm signed to Roc-a-fella and I'ma bust two times in the sky
'Cause ain't nobody around here ready to die But if there's more that you want, can't but one side win And I'm damn sure ready to try motherfucker, yeah Hold on, I'm all off the motherfucking beat, hold on
Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt somebody bad, Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt somebody dad Decide to ride down your street and just hurt somebody bad You know, as in house, hurt somebody's child or somebody's spouse You see what I'm saying and you know I can be what I'm sayin'
And I got the most to lose but you steppin' on my shoes, nigga You become a target and will remain a target until you are hit You gone fuck around and found out that's Lo still down for it I ain't scared of ya, never been scared of ya
If anything I'm scared for ya because I'm so ahead of ya Take that to the head brother before I walk up on your bed brother And paint your blood in red brother, you heard what I said, brother? Motherfucker, I ain't mad at these niggaz, I tricked you
We got a real awful thang goin' down, getting down There's a whole lot of talkin' going round You best believe me before I pack up and move out of town I will gladly gone and glock one of them down
I said, bring me the funk, I want the funk I said, bring me the funk, give me the funk I said bring me the funk, I can handle the funk Just bring me the funk, bring me the funk, motherfuckerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
