Rich Kidd - Where Ya Barz At lyrics

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano] I'm prone to trip on the mic, I need a cordless When we performin' even Steven Morris see that we enormous My speech is diseased what I speak is morbid I'm a good look, on other artist's songs every feature's gorgeous Heed my warning, I got time to k**, I k** daylight Come after noon and have the evening mourning Your flow don't move, what you speak is dormant I make a listener witness me go in, now he's a door man Call me L-U-C-I- stop... A-N-O- spray the fo', three guys, drop My money stretch long like knee-high socks No coconut vodka, but you see I rock A peaceful dude but a fighter, Gandhi combined with Rocky A peaceful dude, a fighter, Elijah Muhammad Ali Pop the tommy gun then ditch the Tommy, Nicole Kidman I'll get rich or die tryin' to get yo riches [Hook] You n***as hollerin' 'bout the product you move, and the Glocks you use And the broads you screw, f** that my n***a tell me where ya barz at? Uh, my n***a tell me where ya barz at? You n***as hollerin' 'bout you bought a ratchet And your broad is mad sick We got all of that sh**, f** that My n***a tell me where your barz at? Uh, my n***a tell me where your barz at? Chyeah, holla at her [Verse 2: Kenny Siegel] f** those ramblin', they must want bandages I'm rough, so scandalous I leave 'em with a f**ed up nose Scuffed clothes, cuts, plus bone damages And puff on Cannabis, til' I'm up on Canopus Incase you ain't up on Canopus, that's the second brightest star I'll give you gold every second, by the bar And that's where you should be, call you bartenders Cause your bars tender, you're soft musically Next on your itinerary is the cemetery Cause I'm finna bury you, finna scurry, you feelin' scary? I'm into Lori you into Larry you n***as fairy Call you Tinkerbell yeah you little b**hes and little women All you sweet as hell like you Ben and Jerry, you feelin' dairy? Well I'm about my cheese as well as if I'm fillin' bellies If you don't think that we the sickest with bars, let me be the first To change your heart then call me Christiaan Barnard [Hook] [Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] The streets is hella cold but n***a that's what the burner's for A n***a be kickin' styles that you motherf**ers ain't heard before I'm all about confrontation, drama, beef, n***a murder, war Leave you lyin' stiff in your house I turn you to furniture I send you to purga-tor-y, now you Hell bound I k** everything that move, even stand up dudes fell down A n***a don't need to bond with you, I'm not trynna spell bound My gun is my friend, it's magic'll leave you spellbound Chyeah, I'm a boss touchin' more paper than a mail box But I still rob you, take your luggage like a bell hop I keep it real, straight up and down, f** you clowns I'm trynna f** a round a**, but I don't f** around You s**ers runnin' your mouth I got a uppercut that'll muffle sound Instead of you throwin' a punch you should be throwin' in a f**in' towel Pow pow, this pistol shootin' makin' your brain recline You better play like you in the DMV and stay in line [Hook] [Verse 4: Demetrius Capone] f** a pen and pencil I printed symbols on Egyptian temples Mix it with a mental conniption and I'm skitzin' on instrumentals Gifted, but Cryptic spittles, a riddle within a riddle Then I'm givin' you the middle digit, my lyrics are beneficial My lyrics been official, air tight seal-ables This is how I make it rain, air strike k**in' you This ain't a fair fight, this is a mare night This terror might, scissor you parasites Like a pair of dykes tend to do On some slave sh**, I whip a n***a good Don't get it twisted cause I whip a whipper good I'm like a n***a that's finna get intimate, but he impotent With the limpest dick and he wishin' that he could Just pitch a tent, I wish a n***a would Who wanna lock horns? I send your soul on a train to hell Cause I'm the -elius, like Don Corn Mamba, cold blooded as Kobe Bryant Kidnap your kid, and send that n***a to Kony's island [Hook]