Desert Eagle - Vibes Cartel lyrics

[Verse 1: Cappadonna] You heard other raps before, but kept waitin' A lot of n***as is hatin', these hoes is like Satan I'm still debatin' whether I should build or destroy What the Earth keep on shakin' I'mma keep on makin' Hit after hit be comin' out of the basement There's no replacement from a slew of great men I'm about to break in Damage every snake and Gin, you can't win I'm the truth, you a fake friend Realness against falsehood, do it again Get money, work hard, don't become a victim Mind your own sick wisdom Study math, get your friend some Never quit 'till you get done God over fiction, this is my addiction Anytime, homie, I'm about to spit somethin' Traded crack for rap, and I'm a rich s**a J3 murderous tracks, all day, facts Through your mind, body and soul Let it be told I ain't nothin' to play around with Baby, I get down quick Ebony chicks love me for my heavenly kiss I do it for the bricks, I let it off like a piss [Verse 2: Wonda Women] Send in the stunt doubles I have no time for the petty, little power struggles No time to tussle I epitomize the hustle, the struggle of the underground Cynics and critics, I shut 'em up and shut 'em down Schemin' and plottin', yet I keep 'em so aroused When I come around They say it's business, never personal Balance the scale, tell me what's the worse of the two? This industry's unjust and corrupt Huskey cut for a couple of bucks and a few busted nuts Yet they keep insistin' in God they trust It's blasphemous, let the church say "amen" Keep repentin' your sins Say a few Hail Mary's, turn around, and do it all again Livin' a lie, he just tryin' to win, tryin' to win [Verse 3: Desert Eagle] Yeah, they call me the black [?] boy, boy No, it's not a game, not playin' with no toys Epitome of bangin', his set make no noise My set sanctuary, you f*ggots folklore A urban legend, a Mac is a blowtorch Runnin' down the line, pack slammers of all sorts Trappin' from the green, help fortin' the back porch Let's take him to the building to get these packs off In war with the system that be lettin' these raps walk Turn 'em into victims so the witnesses back off The V82, better tell 'em that crack course The view of the bully, better go tell 'em ask boss A five time felon, get your kufi slapped off Look, got 'em shook, this a doobie rap, dawg A five time felon, get your kufi slapped off Look, got 'em shook, this a doobie rap, dawg [Verse 4: King Magnetic] Higher than ever before, tryin' these weapons I bought Iron respectin' for all, I'm straight checkin' your hog Without collectin' your charts, beatings with seconds apart We dissectin' the vault while they be testin' the hog No instrument, so-called [?] No cold incidents, no more [?] Po-po pinchin' us, inchin' us over the edge Ship us over to FEDs, stiffin' over the breads S.O.S., that sh**'s beef Turn [?] and miss me Turn 6 days into 6 weeks plus into 6 years All that liquor and triggers turn into cold D's and OG's that sip beer Timin' a vic here, the climate is cold enough And I'mma throw it up if she drivin' the pole up Survivin' from growin' up and livin' off robberies So if you don't do the math then you learn trickonometry