Big Pokey - Y.S.P. lyrics

Breaking bricks of c**aine... [Hook] Y.S.P. we a team, Southside connected Wolverines on the rise, and we well respected Mob Style protected, infested with game (breaking bricks of c**aine), and ain't a damn thang changed [Mr. Sweets] We some wolverines, with guilotines chopping the scene With diamond rings, and living like kings Putting clips in spleens, on some of the funk that I bring Brain tumors and body wounds, from AR-15's n***as scream, as soon as I heat em with the beam We can go head up cause I'm fed up, and we might just triple team I ain't playing with ya, cause when I get ya I'ma split ya Pay attention and get the picture, them hollow tips can hit ya Bit ya, I hope they got a body bag to fit ya If not, I'm hitting the back streets to get ya f** it, I'm back in my bucket and headed home Shagging a** in my zone, on the streets of Yellowstone That's my turf that's my hood, it's understood Tossing it up, whether I know that it's all good I wish you would, buy a vest for them n***as (too late Mr. Sweets, buy a chest for them n***as) [Hook - 2x] [Chris Ward] Y.S.P. we a team, packing a beam Living a dream, everytime I plot I gotta scheme Getting my cream, me and my six figga n***a team Down to do some dirt, it's time to be redeemed Step out on the streets clean, mugs on mean I'm a million dollar machine, operating for green Wolverines on the rise, Mob Style and organized Known for whipping, and flipping cakes and pies Recognize, a Yellowstone game spitting n***a Baked up, bricks of c**aine splitting n***a Hard hitting, hater a**a**inator b**h n***a, exterminating terminator Loaded co*k glocked, with a candy red dot Busting at any n***a, that wanna get shot Sixteen to the body, and one to the brain Breaking bricks of c**aine, (and ain't a damn thang changed) [Hook - 2x] [Big Pokey] These n***as better watch they sweater, cause they call me the chest wetter Designated ditch digger, with a loaded baretta Young trend setter, pailing bushes of G's On my Q's and my P's, 3-60 degrees Mash with ease, flipping up ca**ettes and c.d.'s Trees blown like a breeze, while surrounded with G's Moving ki's, what you expected we on feet Mob Style protected, and we slicker than sleet Release and relief, cause cheaters they get hit with the heat From your dome to your seat, rapid fire repeat Game consistent, wrist wear water resistant Keep a distance from b**h n***as, cause they flyer than pigeons Causing collisions, head on in this Southern division On contracts I discuss, and cause body incisions Nationality is a fact, that punk sh** don't flatter me Stay strapped 'fore I snap, perform a fatality we on the rise [Hook - 3x]