Copperpot - It's a Rap (Remix) lyrics

[Pacewon] Me and TJ Muham' like Eric B. & Rakim Girls watchin me like white people watch "Friends" Every show you see me in, premium helium Accent my medium b-boy ingredients I sell the track then stack it away Still crackin like back in the day Have you holdin both arms up like twelve o'clock With two guns, 16 shells a pop Runnin game, call me Earl the Pearl Put her on, turn her out, show your girl the world I'm thorough - God made in July in nine-five My crew throw slugs in the clip and driveby Snatch your little chain and step off like my my The price of this ice these days is sky high You can't bring the drama I can so why try You need to go chill the {f**} out like Fly Ty [Hook: LongShot] It's a rap, {n***a} ain't no fussin with that PaceWon, LongShot, ain't no {f**in} with that (Let's go!) From the Bricks to Cali and back To the Illa' where real spitters buck at your cap (Let's flow!) {n***a} ain't no fussin with that PaceWon, LongShot, ain't no {f**in} with that (Let's go!) From the Bricks to Cali and back To the Illa' where real spitters buck at your cap [LongShot] Real {n***as} start {sh**}, bust shots up at your coffin Catch me knee deep in the weed wheezin and coughin Deez leave earth in a hearse, screamin and barkin While the rest of my life likely, dangerous talkin Every other rapper I've battled aimlessly talkin So step the {f**} off cause you soft like chicken squawkin {*bawk*} I spit to make the cypher look exhausted Crossin {hell} against me, I leave your meat beaten and darkened Turn the V up, now the verbals blaze your mind Blame the rhymes on the fact I ain't got {sh**} but flamin rhymes I flip the diction for these half spitters Wishin they could spit it like this, picture that ridiculous When I spit it like this, I make your skin bubble over Punch you in your chest 'til your shoulders sag right Half-sober, tryin to get over a relationship Bein broke got me wonderin - is God on some racist {sh**}? [Hook]