[Mausberg]
Y`all niggas `bout to get it
Yeah, boy this only one of them tracks you can come up with Quik?
This shit bangin`
These niggas out here hatin` on us, homie
Why, when we doin` shit like this?
It`s a cold thing homie, but you know that realism homie
I`m known for speakin` on that
You know, you done did your part
You done blessed me with some shit
This some of that get-back-at-me shit, but they can`t
This your chronic?
Sheppard Lane Gangsters, and we the realest
You niggas stepped into a war that you ain`t prepared for
A veteran ain`t shit but a punk with heart before
I crumble niggas with my first mil
I bring beef to the streets nigga, fuck switchin` hills
I`m a certified real nigga, cock me back
Rap cats be gettin` slapped runnin` they traps
We the reason you niggas makin` floor patter tonight
Niggas wit` good attitudes and disposition tryin` to take flight
You niggas funny style, rich but a bitch
I`m a gangster and ain`t about to take none of your bullshit
I`m from the hard knock block of the killas
God brought me the rap game, and I`ll be damned if I ain`t the realest
You better take care of your kids and quit playin` wit` a grown man
Before you be in dead man land
And it`s a lot of bitch niggas on my target
Quik, they talk loud but can`t finish what they started
[Chorus: DJ Quik]
Y`all be talkin shit (yup)
But you won`t be down when it`s time to trip
(Sure do) So you really need to button your lips
(Because the truth is...) I hate you too (yes)
Y`all be talkin` shit (uh huh)
But you won`t be down when it`s time to trip
(You sure do) So you really need to button your lips
(Because the truth is...) I hate you too
[DJ Quik]
Now slow your roll punk for the nigga DJ Q-U-I-K
I break the beat down and make the motherfucker do what I say
Because it`s my way or the highway, the super fly way
Regardless of what you fucken haters say
Now I done shared all my shit nigga, all my life
And I`m so fly nigga, I done even shared my --
So fuck a bitch and fuck you too, I ain`t got no passes
I`m all out and I`m nuttin` up and it`s time to whoop y`all asses
With a game that`s see-through like cellophane and Scotch tape
And fuckin` with me nigga,
is like being on a hot date wit` a hoe with AIDS
I`m the virus and you kissed her, clown
I get up in you, set up, then I break your system down
So shut up, quit dissecting our name
Test pressin` our game, puttin` y`all name on it
But your and ours ain`t the same
I take your bitch with a song and make her blow me
So fuck all my foes and (beep), you owe me
Chorus
[Mausberg]
I run through the biggest packs of niggas wit` my fist balled up
Ready for war now, unleashin` with dogs up
Rough, rugged and raw, puttin` hands on cowards
The one and only Mausberg with heart to devour
On some other shit, cripple a nigga wit` southpaw
Size sixteens in his ass, bloodclots in his jaw
Until I see my homie Jake again, fuck the whole world
God bless the little boys and girls
And I betcha I never turn my back on the streets
I studied the big book, so my past I never repeat
Real G`s do real things, you ain`t gotta bang
And ya album ain`t the name of ya gang
This is real life, I only speak what I know
Flamed up on the daily, not because of a show
And Quik is my big homie, so you better step back
And recognize beef is more than bustin` a rap
Now take that
[DJ Quik]
Y`all be talkin` shit (yup)
But you won`t be down when it`s time to trip
(You sure do) So you really need to button your lips
(Because the truth is...) I hate you too
(Yup) Y`all be talkin` shit (uh huh)
But you won`t be down when it`s time to trip (what`s up?)
So you really need to button your lips
(Because the truth is...) I hate you too (yeah)
Y`all talk a gang of shit (you sure do)
But you won`t be down when it`s time to trip (you ain`t true)
So you really need to button your lips
(Because the truth is...) I hate you too (yup)
Y`all be talkin` shit (yeah)
But you won`t be down when it`s time to trip (uh huh)
So you really need to button your lips
(The fucken truth is...) I hate you too
