Park Avenue - L0b0 lyrics

[Produced by Ab-Soul] [Verse One: P-Stunna] Black Lip ba*tard The game has just been plastered With my rhymes I mastered My flow in time for disaster When my LP drops it'll end your career Ya'll better steer clear Cause after three years I'm still here Even if I'm workin as a cashier It's just to install fear Into your brain Now this my campaign To make you think I'm inferior I'll get into the interior Of your head And rip your f**in mind right down to shreds That's terrorist threats I ain't even bust a sweat And don't forget I have no regrets Not a blood nor a crip No pistol grip Don't mean I won't snap you like a potato chip What's poppin Clip [Verse Two: Tha Clip] What's poppin P You pop some P? I possibly Be Poppin pistols up and down the block you see Dead bodies with great quantity Please give your applause to me I'm here to make a mockery Of everyone that's under me Like Stunna, see I joke around a little bit I ain't gon smoke a pound of hemp I'm just gon make some smoke with all the fire that these bars causing Making sure that haters fail That's what I'm all about Your fans and your record sales Right around the same amount In the game you benchin I'm swinging like I'm fencing And little did you know I bring the game out of depression Did I mention I'm a ba*tard? I'll give you a black lip if you say something about my past, yuh heard? Lyrically mastered With hate I am plastered A step up to me, is nothing more than a step backward Why you no "comprehende" Get a bat, and hit you outta the park Like I'm in Fenway Red Sox That's what I get after your murdering Cause I walk around the scene And get stains from the blood, you see I mean it to offend you You better take offense, dude I'll throw you through a fence While your friends are watching it too I think you're gonna need some meds soon And after that event Probably some rest in bed too Don't mess around again, cause see this what my revenge do Think about your allegiance, I'm the one that you should pledge to [Verse Three: P-Stunna] Pledge to Clip? Pledge to the whole PSM camp OTS, DJ Spydar, hip-hop's f**ing champs Wasn't gonna do another verse but Clip Renegaded me I'm a lyrical thug and, you just a negated G Meaning you did pack heat Til you got knocked off of yuh feet From lyrics by Ice-T Then you picked up the mic and claimed you an ex-con I gave you less respect than Mickey Avalon Clip said he puts in soul, I put in my heart I'm rappin simply cause, I enjoy making art So my goal in hip-hop isn't million dollar cars I should work at the Apple Store cause I got Genius Bars I flow And no I will not go To the low Of you hoes Call me a f*ggot all you want, you can even throw Dirt I'll still wear this My Little Pony shirt When Livin the Life dropped you thought us white boys was whack So we took a little break but now the O-Town Spitters is back Clip can root for Boston Til he's six feet in a coffin I support the Marlins Worship the sun, like George Carlin Get it? Lemme call your girlfriend, she wit it My lyrics stab you in your wounds and hope it gets infected Nas said hip-hop was dead but it just got resurrected