Earthtone III - The Braids lyrics

[Hook] Don't f**, don't f** with the braids Can't f**, can't f** with the braids Don't f**, don't f** with the braids You can't f**, you can't f** with the braids You can't stop me, how then Watch me, watch me; ain't gonna be no Congress Drop me, you can't block me; who stop me, it's outside You should've known better, is it cause I flow better They kept me in the shade But now I'm back motherf**er, the n***a with the cannon for two Swinging with the braids [Verse 1] The dough man, got dogs in when the rhymes go bad Make ink on the page, catch flame, lit light like propane No sweat, no blood, no pain, no game No card, no deal, no dice, no game Giving these b**hes something vicious I got them falling to pieces, like porcelain dishes I'm dirty, I get all the way down on the ground And just wonder, memorize, take a picture, write a book I don't give a f** I man supply, ground-ripper I'm here, lay down and give it up n***a you ain't gonna leave me out my entrance Count a hundred thousand pennies, every sentence Buddatt, buddatt, buddatt, get back What's happening I rip cracks and pop tapes I'm so hot they just gotta rock what I spray The type of guy that write what I say I'm so wild, cause I'm round where them crocodiles play Can't be none there I make you say oww; give it to me, step it up Don't be that way I'm tearing ya, cause they tell ya with the music I been doing this sh**, how to train em, how to use em I'm a gangsta, better pop up respect Take a piece of lectum, maximum effect ya But eclectic, ground perfected It just don't get no colder, bet you if I won't effect it Y'all n***as couldn't pop a rubberband, you f**ing with the man [Hook] [Verse 2] b**h bout fifty-five, goddamn it Get into it, get off; get down, get cross, get tied For my Million and my Mychelle My Mama and my brother and my nephew and myself The man upstairs, cause I kept it up For my n***as, and my rounds, back down Bout to step it up (step it up) Put in some cash and some Outkast beats Hop behind the wheel and come out from the f**ing backseat Michael Tyler, rhyme and droating driver, miracle rip plyer The fasthold desire! On fire, reach a flyer, ain't nobody lie Starting them out of a team, city of Seam With 100 s**ers and a busta And I'm still clean! Hollering hi-ya Right before I chop you in your throat Another rapper say I'm on my way To get the f**ing hat and coat, and hit the motherf**ing door You can't stop me! How then Just watch me, watch me Ain't gonna be no calling Congress You can't drop me, you can't block me, who stop me It's outside, you should've known better Is it cause I flow better, they kept me in the shade But now I'm back motherf**ers The n***a with the cannon for the two Swinging with the braids [Hook]