Punch - Top Of The Diamond lyrics

[Intro] [?] Huh? Was it the rep? Was it so our names could ring out on some f**in' ghetto street corners man Naw man, there's games man beyond the f**ing game [Verse 1: Bad Lucc] When you n***as stop playin' I stop playin' the field Like Cali n***as in Vegas I want more I've exceeded my limit, limited livin' I didn't want much, couple of trips, she need a clutch capture My extravagant mind thinkin' of new ways to be better than most And I'm rarely seen like a Blue Jay Hall of fame sh**, I been that, in my city I'm a wizard Cali king, dance with the devil down in the blizzard, ah I'm outchea runnin' with scissors but f** it Greatness come with a price and I have become it Feelin' some type of way and so they stare, go to share See all of this new age hype is like the [?] Watch me, kinda co*ky I deserve to be Decade in the booth so let's be clear this sh** is surgery Sweat rag in my pocket cause I'm known for goin' in I could do this in my sleep so if [?] you owe me ten [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Abstract a**hole Dazzle the competition everywhere I tip toe Had rappers on they heels way before the deal, bro Deal with it, get off my dill pickle for real From a place where you was raised to keep a steel with you Drop a splash of cognac to the pavement prayin' they still with you And they still miss you, just missed the terrorist threats Just after they went through TSA with concealed missiles In my carry-on luggage, you got a problem? I'll show you what bad luck is, I won't even punch No pun intended, my president's black and will f** you up And no it ain't taken a nap, but the gun is tucked Is it just me or is it that your time is up? And every minute counts, did you pa** math or what? Get to steppin' before I pick you apart, spit on your heart Laugh at your pain like I did Kevin's [Verse 3: Punch] The combination of Donald Goines and Mickey Cohen Literary gangsta to the core, try and spar with the boy Steph and Illy, ain't no cake walk This a wake waitin' to happen, you n***as love nappin' My Top Dawg faction runnin' the atlas Runnin' amuck, on n***as who pa**ed and wasn't proactive Yea that's the walk of shame crawlin' back [?] call ‘em back once we get a couple southern acts Well, ain't too much changed Floor seat like a game, mile high private planes And we did it our way, [?] Light years ahead of n***as, this is Stargate Yea, the floss is real, prove the million dollar deal On the treadmill, I'm that trill No more runnin' in place, we'll still run up in your place And have you runnin' your safe, or I'll have Mack do it [Verse 4: Problem] Make way for the ratchet rapper, the matress thrashin' Outlastin' the last rapper you thought was better Weed colour lighter than feathers, I'm heavy high Was dealin' D before Heavy died Got ‘em screamin' like a scary ride But this ain't magic mountain f**, then bust, taste the magic fountain Go against me, that's a tragic album I'm the winner b**h, you the ugly hoes at the pageant poutin' They flock garbage, call out targets co*ked and aim Turn ‘em into past and fast forward, Lebron James Yea we ballin', feel like dunkin' on a n***a Pullin' out with hoes, all in they face, Hollywood parkin' on a n***a See me shinin' so there's no need to discuss figures sh** bumpin', I'm poppin', watch out for puss n***a Weed burn in your face like mace, watch Puff n***a And I turn my clubs all back on marks