(Intro)
Y'all know how I do, it's Mr. South....Central
Aye turn me up In the headphones Krock, aye Krock turn me up a lil' bit
(Verse)
I come from a city where It's all about blue faces
Where you grab a gun before you tie your own shoe laces
Knock knock then n***as flock your whole room vacant
Real n***as never satisfied until they crew make It
Don't say they won't because they will my n***as stay with the smith
Yeah they some Bad Boys 2 these n***as stay with the clips
Will Smith, Bad Boys 2? movies, clips?
n***a awe sh**
I swear these n***as In trouble
I know some n***as with clips long as the hair on rapunzel
We with the action hands on like we piecing a puzzle
Flow sick to the point I should be puking a puddle (uggh)
To all you wack rappers keep quiet
Y'all style not original I see y'all keep biting
What Is that like who are you fighting?
I swear I'm a beast boy, that's a teen titan ahhh
Rappers be lying bout they techs be flying
Talking about they got silencers the tech be quiet
Talking about they got shooter but they set be silent
I'll make him put down the blade and have wesley snipping
Awe Mr. South to the Central he be rapping out his mental
Y'all be rapping off y'all minstrel
Cycle, I'm psycho, I'm ice cold
White flow, And that's crack but I'm black, look where my fist at
Is that that same Christian boy that changed his life tho?
He got dreads now, his afro was tight tho
I wish him well, he be putting up a fight tho
Well he deserved It, that n***a really tight tho
Even the haters can't deny It, man they know It's true
n***as hate me but be waving when I'm rolling through
God bless y'all soul my bars hurting you
I'm a chill now, I guess I'll stop at 32
Sike, I'm giving y'all the run down
This a lyrical warfare I'll never put the gun down
Y'all teeth don't hurt? damn use your own style
n***a, I'll, mm oh you lucky I'm done now
...n***a I'm done now, coming off with the..
Naw I'm really done y'all for real that's it...
BMG n***a, Mr. South Central, Builders ! yeah !