Bizzy Banks - Genesis lyrics

[Intro] Get money Bizzy [Chorus] If ni**as start something, I finish it But I always start sh*t, call me Genesis It ain't no competition, I’m putting it into it These ni**as dying just 'cause of they sentences Headshot leave 'em bleeding, period, uh When I say sh*t, it’s like they don't be getting it 'Rona got the world lookin' like Phineas (Look, uh) [Verse] I always score off the backboard Picked up a gun and I started to bag RAW I get breesh with this mask on I only hit once, b*tch what you attached for? Heard they opened the backdoor My ni**as feening to slide and go blast more We subtract whеn they add more They ask who got guns, but wasn't your task forcе What the fu*k do I look like? A sell out? We copped a pounds from Cali to mell out We do not sit for no charge, we gon' bail out Hit from the back and my name she gon' yell out I just be moving smooth like whoopy woo, uh fu*kboy, if you snooze, you lose And it's always two guns when I’m moving through, like I’ve been feening to get him boomed If you die, that's the sh*t that’s gon' shake the room, like Masked up when I make a move It was time when your boy had to play it cool, uh 'Cause a ni**a ain't have a tool But I’m still with the sh*ts, so don't be a fool, uh Young ni**a just droppin' jewels ni**as know what I do when I break the rules Certain lines you don't cross, you gon' make the news I might just slide, do the cha-cha Cucaracha, bust a move, then we aiming at his matta Send a frank, no Sinatra Before we make it hot, just chill like culata Boy I'm a shotta, move proper Big guns and this sh*t go rata I'm a savage, shoot good, should've played for the Mavericks I was down, but a ni**a been having Play ball, but send bullets like Madden No capping, fu*k rapping, you know hustling really a talent Bag it up, then I'm making it happen She choking on dick like the cinnamon challenge Bag it up, then I'm making it happen She choking on dick like the cinnamon challenge, like Ayo Rugga Since young, you know I've been a shooter We was spinning, no rips through your scooters Got money, upgraded the Ubers I got lit and fu*ked b*tches at Hooters Still in the field moving grams of the Cuba Might get lost on my side like Bermuda We don't talk, we don't beef on computers, uh (At all) b*tch I got famous with no hooks I ain't get no looks, like These ni**as so shook I could tell you ain't no crook You get brushed like an old book You a pawn, you got no rook, uh Your lifer could get took And your foodie could get cooked I do this sh*t on my own, so they hating me Half of these rappers could never relate to me I made a move from A to B I done fu*ked b*tches from A to Z I told my b*tches to shake for me Shawty get happy and start giving face to me These ni**as pussy, they know not to play with me We just been trappin', but this sh*t a vacancy [Chorus] If ni**as start something, I finish it But I always start sh*t, call me Genesis It ain't no competition, I'm putting it into it These ni**as dying just 'cause of they sentences Headshot leave 'em bleeding, period, uh When I say sh*t, it's like they don't be getting it 'Rona got the world lookin' like Phineas