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bet cypher 2013 - top dawg entertainment lyrics

[produced by havoc]

[verse 1: schoolboy q]
most of these n-ggas shouldn’t be next to us
we keep our distance from those, those acting like hoes
xanny imposed, weed in my clothes, cubics is gold
your wig’ll get told, put the realest n-ggas
n-ggas, product of cap pillers, g-ngb-ngers, and dealers
streets keep watching, aye, cl!ck boom the ghetto bird get shot down
straight to the top now, they want a third strike on my background
but nah homie, put the mask on when i slide on ’em
put the cash in the safe and here’s a extra slug ‘fore i shake
you smoke faster than me with a eighth
or better yet a wet break on a plate
burning your faith, all your senses covered in tape
f-ckin’ with them boys in blue, chill out before i send them rags at you
you running to the cops saying, “how we do?”
saying it’s just rap and them lines ain’t true
so i just do q, f-ck it, a ménage à two, or maybe trois
baby girl need a papa, i be her dada
coochie smacking, give praise to allah
get blazed in my car, with oxymoron, rock

[verse 2: jay rock]
rock got it, rock came from rock bottom
sparked the flames, still remain as a top shotta
i ain’t no backpack rapper, i ain’t no lyricist
and if we ain’t talking to you, mind your business then
cold with it, black hippy, yeah, we cold n-ggas
all the girlies love us, get a whiff of us
they bones quiver
heard some clown throwing stones at us
holding boulders champ once you hear that “yawk,” watching domes shatter
it’s top dawg we runnin’ rap, whack rappers, feline
reason why we don’t run with cats
nine double o five nine, where my family at
pull up in that family van holding tools like the handyman
and to be real not with all this rapping politickin’
rapper compet-tion, wrapped up my position
’til i’m finished, ’til i make a couple tickets
then i’m outtie on them islands with my crimmies chilling
hide your feelings, now can i live?
look i gotta keep my feet on top of the dirt
cause everywhere i go they like
“when you dropping some work?”
been a threat since birth
the rap game’s pallbearer when i’m dropping the he-rs-
i ain’t new to this, i’m true to this
industry’s nightmare, red strings in my nike airs
yeah, the white pair
i’m jay rock, america’s most wanted
my charges?
k!lling mc’s without warning
rock

[verse 3: ab-soul]
it’s ab-soul, gimme the loot, i’m the skinny biggie
in new york city with puffy, puffing a sticky
all odds against me, still even the score
probably why i’m always ot on tour
tde, believe me we want war
i don’t even know what piece i like most no more
two fingers, two triggers, what’s the difference?
we all gon’ die one day, until then i’m gettin’ paid
my grandma watching so i ain’t gon’ curse
still gifted like a wale verse, backwood full of og
bobby johnson medicine in my soul to trynna dodge the coffin
and these days are so bittersweet
i guess it’s just a balance we battle naturally
and y’all still trippin’ off of jay-z tweets
i still got laps to run when me and jay-z meet
peep, soul brother number two
the first one used to make beats for cl smooth
top got the s550 but the cl smooth
and rolling weed is the only time i see l’s move
soul!

[verse 4: isaiah rashad]
i think i found my second home
sunny california and it’s your little n-gga brother
you ain’t meant for corners, it’s what they told me
so i never looked back, i got a sh-ll in the bag
fat as elephant -ss, so we flirt in the path
p-ssing propellers i tell her – tell her we flying just listen
see we diamond just shining and they gon’ find us glistening
brought sand to the beach and we left with your b-tch
for the record in guinness i’m a hecklin’ menace
where is robin, i’m given’, f-cking minding my business
he a regular victim, of some regular women
regular n-ggas you always cater to sl-ts
you always wasting my time, you always faking the funk
i put your motherf-ckin’ dreams in your face
you keep looking for some women to be all in your face
that deep dussy reach n-ggas, keep dussy
that tennessee dussy make a n-gga be dussy
you can never rap better than me
cause you ain’t dedicated
you ain’t underrated, you ain’t underlooked
you ain’t overbooked, you just undercooked
it’s supposed to be me and my n-ggas in the record book
now they got me out here by myself – still fresh as f-ck

[verse 5: kendrick lamar]
i hate y’all, i’d do anything to replace y’all, shout out to face mob
a ghetto boy ’til i’m unemployed with a day job
and kicking boxes
i kick -ss and then kick knowledge
i’m way more polished than 99% of the scholars you thought had graduated
i’m the master that m-st-rbated on your favorite emcee
until the industry had wanted me -ss-ssinated
you either corny or an opportunist
i let you eat, now go back to church and steal crackers at communion
what i been doing?
i’m about to crack the da vinci code
yeah and nothing’s been the same since they dropped “control”
and tucked a sensitive rapper back in his pajama clothes
ha-ha, joke’s on you, high-five
i’m bulletproof, your shots’ll never penetrate
pin a tail on a donkey, boy, you been a fake
i got my thumb on hip hop, and my foot in the back of your -ss
aftermath get the last laugh
i serve n-ggas like master geoffrey
jump on the curb, turn a shotty to a verb if you let me
you know i’m a k!ller, i’m on your head, you know i’m a k!ller
the west coast cosa nostra under oath ’til it’s over
you over owe us, so what the f-ck?
i f-ck you n-ggas up, i f-ck you n-ggas up, she suck and f-ck
i f-ckin’ duck you f-ckin’ n-ggas like when i want
you go at us, you going f-ckin’ nuts
acting irrational, pop you then pop an adderall
know the drill like a lateral, n-gga
i’m more pappy mason than pastor mason
pacing back and forth
racing my thoughts on embracing daytons
i spilled blood on my apr-n cooking this sh-t up
i feel like some of y’all is hating
quite frankly your b-tch booty should thank me for grabbing it
turn these hoodrats to actresses, what a magic trick
accidents never happen when murder’s involved
immaculate tactics so follow me, if you need me just call on me
i say, “hold up, wait a minute
your career ain’t sh-t unless you got some kendrick in it”
your p-ssy ain’t sh-t, ain’t no room is left on my d-ck
unless you look like jordin sparks, make my mark on the cl-toris, muah
hollywood’s been good to me, lil’ hood n-gga used to p-wn mom’s jewelry
family jewels big as f-ck and i got the b-lls to say it
b-lls deep, ballin’ out ’til spalding need a replacement
i’m outchea, the west in your mouth, chea
invest in the vests of vietnam vets when you out near
the white court building spilling its merlot
fillin’ women, a virgo, pimp the industry
remember these stacy adams and furcoats
shook, you’re scared to death, you’re scared to look
in the mirror when kendrick is near you
king, kendrick

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