Horseshoe Gang - Beat Jackin' 2011 lyrics

[Hook 1: Julius Luciano] Now this is that Horseshoe sh** You f**in' with us? Of course you is If you not, that's unfortunate We'll take your shine and that who*e you with (x2) [Verse 1: Julius Luciano] Okay, I'm ahead of my time, I'm pa**ed my clock Sorta like a spastic, I spazzed a lot Got a short fuse, in fact it's too short Like my n***a from Oakland or the lifespan of Pac Talk sh**, get up in your fight stance to box But I don't fight lames, tell Dice pa** the Glock Right past your block, clap clap Then I'm in a hotel, yeah I'm at the Hyatt alot High at the top floor with a who*e I stand Ciroc, I smash the twat, so I'm asked to stop or She climax, put a few flicks in my iPad to watch I got it locked, we a different creed No rock band, but my band'll rock Y'all don't know what to do, say you untouchable Okay n***a, but your wife a** is not Yeah, my swag is winter meanin' the temperature is that of December Cold, I'm finna expose f*ggot pretenders You marvel at my crew, power call us Avengers I battle anybody no matter the gender I'll serve the chick then I'm happy to bend her Don't clash with me, I got an axe to swing at your family tree, then I'm shoutin' out timber You all might wanna ease on back, you stealin' my fresh, I'mma repo that Yeah I'm in the building and my flow is concrete meanin' too hard to sleep on that Understand I'm a n***a from the slums, walk to the beat of a different set of drums Y'all splittin' when I come, I'm like Obama gettin' elected, I make n***as wanna run [Hook 1: Julius Luciano] (x2) [Hook 2: 50 Cent sample] If n***as so hot, why they ain't got what I got? (x3) You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do [Verse 2: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] I'm sellin' sentences, I syllable slang when rhymin' Silly willy, I should be in an insane asylum My favorite sort of entertainment is mainly violence Blaze the iron, they gon' chill in the Cayman Island A crazy tyrant, dismanglin' lames that's flyin' off at the mouth I should be caged, but can't tame this lion Yeah, since I exceed the expectations, the rest hatin' mumblin' under your breath, save it When techs waitin', it's game over, checkmate b**h Expect to see blood when I shoot, I'm West cravin' And once my chrome blast, I'll take a rag and get rid of prints Like when the artist was formerly known as Y'all n***as is flammable, y'all so gas Y'all flow is a waste, y'all a waste, y'all so trash I have your b**h on her knees like she tryin' to beg At full throttle, have her gobblin' my bottom head You got a problem n***a, holler, you gon' swallow lead Take multiple shots as if you got a hollow leg [Hook 2: 50 Cent Sample] [Hook 3: Demetrius Capone] I just don't give a f**, I just don't give a motherf** This C.O.B [Verse 3: Demetrius Capone] Take a photo of me f**in' your b**h, picture me givin' a f** My dick literally lives in her guts, now she in love I think my dick's a gift and a cuss word She came first like she was risen from the Genesis dust You broke n***as live on a bus I talk down to you n***as and you listenin' up My flow is why you need to piss in a cup If the fuzz kicked in the front do', my flow is the sh** you should flush I'm cold as hell, hell I'm even colder Because I'm cold as hell, el nino pneumonia You'll be cold as hell, when hell freezes over You know what, I'm LB's Deebo, I told ya We might tag team your family reunion Me and a bad piece that look like Gabrielle Union Blaow, blaow, blaow, leave your family in ruins But if the b**h gets shot, I'll bag me a new one [Hook 3: Demetrius Capone] [Hook 4: Kenny] n***a, n***a this is COB b**h (x5) [Verse 4: Kenny] Yeah, I switchblade a pricks ribcage You lower than weak, I'mma call you 6 days When it comes to Macs, we got more 11's than 6th grade You a female housekeeper, b**h made The one prick's is unfit to run with My stomach's still rumblin' but I munch cliques by the hundreds With chicks, I don't discriminate one bit In fact, I'm currently f**in' a 6 point 6 s**tillion ton b**h I'm in these streets so much, they swear that I'm homeless Beware of the omen, barin' my soul and scarin' opponents Your career is temporary like every emotion Name your favorite rapper, I bet that they're in my colon You might catch me one day in a Flying Spur while I'm rollin' Then in another car the next day, that was just the spur of the moment Bet your life when I let off, the .44 ends it For instance, leave you stiff for forensics You claim you got it but you ain't got sh** (stop it) We quarterbacks, we go off in pockets (drop it) n***as can't (stop it), n***as only (pop sh**) n***as never (pop sh**), but n***a this is COB b**h