[Verse 1:JOEY BADA$$] I'm a beast with these flows Two birds, one stoned, you get geese’d when trees rolled They say I'm evil cause I trained my ego to see gold See, no seagulls couldn't see these goals, please It's the return of the beast coast No cash, flash but the cheese still make teeth show The cold needle, is how you move on a strip What you trynna be Vito?, well there's rules to this shit Don't get clapped, ya'll ain't real spitters, ya'll lips chapped Better watch it, Mr. Nicewatch, don't risk that I got a 6 pack of bare skill that I spill like that And everybody know (That shit crack!) Ya'll niggas softspoken, down below token The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men It makes sense why you want beef with this frozen It nuts for new school, in the tool, ya' kid hold him Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico A lyrical span is what the fans demandin' Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu standin' Ain't no half steppin' 'round me And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me That young cop killer, I'm dat ill, so doc' will ya Give me two shots for 2Pac killer....nigga
[Verse 2:Capital STEEZ] Soul searchin' 'till my flows are perfect I ain't trynna be a slave to grow old from workin' Sorry BADA$$, you lucky that I peeped the second Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection Check the melodies, it's so heavenly That shit'll get your hips to move no 70's All the Opium, can I bust soliloquies Got that shit mix and mastered both remedies Grab a spoonful, we sturrin' up a pot And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top Dirty cops still swervin' on the block Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid It's in my jeans so don't worry where my parents is Get with the script it's that ignorant shit And they bound to get sick off of this quick but I ain't sealin' my lips It's a shift, I know you feel it man We blowin' up like a ceiling fan Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man When it comes to kickin' verses I'm Mr. Van Damme Crushin' strawberries it's a jam So throw up both hands if you can Ironic how I'm killin' this shit, until they bury me My volume is going in depth with longevity StupidsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
