[Intro : Price]
That Mobb Deep sh*t
We gon’ do it like this
Look
This for my young gorillas and my hundred dollar bills
You now rock-rockin’ with the love dealers
Look
My Turn!
[Verse 1 : Price]
Used to get full off top ramen, now I’m at the top rhyming
Don’t say we underrated my n*gga it’s God’s timing
The players can’t get phased by the haters, that’s sidelining
I’m more concerned on b*bes on the beach, that’s sideiron
I seen a lot of rappers be the man for the summer
See ‘em a year later look like they diying from hunger
The best feeling is sh*tting on n*ggas that tried to son ya’
First they wouldn’t pick up your number now they want a favor from ya’
[?] Kickin’ a*s, as usual
Rappers all chasing [?]
First it was the Migos now they all using the Future flow
Man where the f*ck did the innovators of music go
Then I looked in the mirror like stop being delusional
You should know your raps is the truest that’s indisputable
B-O-Dub baby some movements just ain’t movable
Like get your a*s at work b*tter stay away from this [?]
[?] with my team mates
Young black face was told to go get that green face
So I hit the store an puttin’ down for my team sake
Gotta get my pitch perfect so I can make that Ester Dean cake
Ya b*tter pay up what that feed do
Good vibe Tribe I promess we just a preview
Yellin’ RIP T2 everytime I see you
Screamin’ RIP T2 n*gga what that beef do
Voices in my head got me backslidin’
One minute I want peace
Next minute I’m in a backseat with a [?]
My ex callin’ my phone she sound mad cryin’
I look down on my watch and told her it’s bad-timing
I got you stuck off the real, it be the infamous
The Bishop kid watch yo mouth cuz you know how my temper get
To get it like I got it, its intricate you ain’t meant for it
More commas than run-on sentences
I’m the sickest b*tch !
[Hook]
My squad comes equip for warfare beware x8
[Verse 2 : Oktane]
Look Westcoast n*ggas step aside while I rip it down
I got everybody we talkin’ decisions now
Shut the f*ck up I’m ’bout to tell you how you did it
N*ggas been [?]
Like back in 09′ skinny pants you wanna fight me
Now I look around and all you n*ggas dress like me
So now I’m watchin’ close m*kin’ songs that don’t excite me
And vegetarian n*ggas that front like they like beef
White cops bustin blacks heads to the white meat
Now the want us low key, f*ck that this high key
No I’m not that n*gga you foo-foo should come mess with
No I haven’t seen a damn thing that I’m impress with
And no I’m not concerned cause I know we got that next sh*t
And no I don’t wanna be no double [?]
Only me, this beat and everything I’m blesses with
Nobody else on my [?] when I wreck sh*t
Half the time [?] when I steps in
Left clique and hit that spaceball watch these neck split
Chocolate n*gga m*kin all these birds, hit that nesquik
Terrance tell them n*ggas no words, make them checks hit
My name Oktane, so ether was expected
And ain’t no young n*ggas well with words, b*tch respect this
How could you not n*gga ? Man stop
You ain’t been this nervous since Hit ‘Em up and that’s Pac n*gga
I only keep the real around me, straight drop n*gga
So get down or lay down if you’re not with us
This is real and now we ain’t play fair
This what happens when the game play scare
Let’s take it there yeah
[Hook]