Horseshoe Gang - f** With A Shoe Gang n***a lyrics

[Intro: Julius] I think its time for these labels to f** with a Shoe Gang n***a That was Jigga, right? Why not start with them? Roc Nation... [Verse 1: Julius] I need more digits than the number Pi, n***a I'm on the low like a caterpillar, nothing but a fly n***a Ay yo, let me speak to Jay-Hov, the n***a that made songs Like "Ain't No" and "Change Clothes", the dude who made Dame dope Made J. Cole a gang of pesos, Julius with the flow, I'm way froze I'm J. Cold; this ain't hate though, I f** with Jermaine What up witchya mane, cut from the same cloth Didn't grow up quite the same, naw I've been on this West sh**, Jigga, if you invest You'll make a mint, that's an investment Here's the breakdown, nobody's perfect but I'm God's gift Rise and shine in the morning to this cold world, I hope that God gives Us lost ones a dollar and a dream cause we can't get enough to work out Shine some light please, no more Mr. Nice, watch this Never told my story, but it's not a sideline story I spit God-lines like God wrote guidelines for me [Hook: Julius] Ay yo, Roc Nation, f** with a Shoe Gang n***a Aftermath, f** with a Shoe Gang n***a M.M.G., f** with a Shoe Gang n***a Young Money, f** with a Shoe Gang n***a Roc Nation, f** with a Shoe Gang n***a Aftermath, f** with a Shoe Gang n***a M.M.G., f** with a Shoe Gang n***a Young Money, need to f** with a Shoe Gang n***a (Beat Change) [Verse 2: Kenny] Slow flow, so you'll understand each word (Inhales) Plus the Kush got my speech slurred Either way something dope's comin' out my mouth Whether I release herb or release words (Exhales) Herbivore, I need herbs I'm on the corner with my n***as like a street curb I been straight up since birth like a baby born feet first Your character's unemployed, it needs work Gotta prob' I'm a end what you start Like I'm casting for a movie, I'm a pick 'em apart If a n***a need bars, gimme bread, I'll loan 'em out Lyrical exercise, helping n***as tone it down Yeah, I hit the booth and get high in it The term 'real one', I'm defining it f** what you selling, I ain't buying it Your verse is like your bed cause you lie in it Drake tell Lil Wayne we finna murder things From our minds, giving up's the furthest thing To be successful, we up all night Never take a night off, that's why we underground kings No lie, you should f** with the Shoe thugs We shut it down, ay man, you should show my crew love (Beat Change) [Intro: Dice] Yo, MMG, f** with a Shoe Gang n***a f** with a Shoe Gang n***a f** with a Shoe Gang n***a [Verse 3: Dice] Yo, M.M.G. may need music from our group We got music for the OGs and music for the youth We do this for them hooligans, them dudes that's on the stoop We don't do this for the loot, we rulers of the booth Yeah, I promise to God I f** with all your artists, Ross Put my palm across my heart, this honest talk Ain't trynna take Wale's shine, we trynna share it And we ain't trynna take away what Meek shall inherit Y'all should f** with a Shoe Gang n***a Our movement is reminiscent of Wu-Tang, n***a Tryin' to make figures like a new age RZA We trynna cover the top spot, we a toupee n***a Yo, this industry need to salute our mothaf**in' grind If labels ain't checking for us, that's a mothaf**in' crime If we don't make it soon, I'm a start dissin' mothaf**as My grip on my pistol is wood, cause I wish a mothaf**a... (Beat Change) [Verse 4: Demetrius] Yo, I'm every artist Dre ever signed in one rapper From the d**h Row days to the ones after He should sign us to his new label and call that label the Afterlife Cause the aftermath of d**h row is the afterlife Hold up, I'm Kendrick with the cadence Wait a minute b**h, don't k** my vibe I hate it when a b**h try to steal my high Stealin' my high is a high dollar crime I'm 50 with the gritty, startin' drama in this b**h And if you a famous rapper, then your mama is a b**h I'm Eminem with synonyms, oh yeah, I'm him too Cut you so fast, when your blood spill, it was still blue Speaking of still-blue, I'm what you get When you mix Stillmatic and Blueprint My ratchet is blue steel too I'm 2Pac but I won't copy his style, a fatherless child Speaking of two, I'm 2Pacalypse now The best way to copy Pac is to be your mothaf**in' self I'm a young'n with a gun up on his shelf, hold on Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me as I tip the brim on my fitted cap I'm the new Snoop Dogg with the Doggy Dogg still attached This Long Beach, so you know you in trouble again This West Coast, so throw up your W's then Bottom line, we who Dre shoulda been signed Cause the Shoes spit shine...