Baby Shel - Stab The Mic lyrics

"Stab The Mic" [Intro:] Yeah B.A.B.Y And this is the Tree Fort Uh [Baby Shel:] Imma represent Rez Rap That's my backbone 100 Souls Don't roast till I'm back home 12:30 riding dirty through the back roads Never funny bout my money Gotta stack dough Keep a gat close Where I come from Got a dumb tongue Spitting the lyrics I'm keeping the spirit You peeping to hear it Your people should fear it I'm creeping cause you nearer Yeah you better get back hoe 100 Souls ready for war I said it before Who oppose gonna get broken Better start hoping That I don't lash out Bash out till your head open Ready set flow Yeah I'm bout to go in Grab the microphone Yeah I'm feeling focused To rip up a beat Bout to k** and critique A mother f**er Trying to talk sh** about my trend That I'm setting never forgetting The rez that I'm repping And I'm betting we the best And we busting at you p**y mother f**ers Touching something that can damage Ya amateurs gushing and busting All this ink from my pen And the beast of within Don't weep cause we creeping again You weak and retreat like a b**h Peace you can sleep with the fish trick [Chorus:] Better show some respect For the best in the Midwest Better invest in a vest Don't Make Me Go Stab The Mic Through Your f**in' Chest [Repeat x3] [Wardog:] Spitting fire for them liars mane Venom in my veins and I feel no pain Gasoline up in my brain And I never ever know if I'll be tamed Running with the AK47 Mac.11 Running gunning Everything in front of me Status so dope And I'm never f**in' broke Everything I do is like a G Step to me get vigilante Got the rez scrapped up And they on my team Papa said I shoulda woulda coulda Been a bad marine Walking talking k**ing machine Ripping and gritting and spitting Through your dreams Down for my team and I want that green Stab you with the mic Right through your chest And watch you bleed [Chorus:] Better show some respect For the best in the Midwest Better invest in a vest Don't Make Me Go Stab The Mic Through Your f**in' Chest [Repeat x3] [Baby Shel:] f** a mossberg I can make it awkward Biting on my style Makes me why Cause its not yours Bout to k** all this impostors After I'm done they better go call The mother f**in' doctor Not even that's gonna help you The fans never felt ya My lyrics might melt ya I bailed ya Out mother f**er What I'm bout mother f**er Might tilt ya I filled ya With doubt mother f**er