The Judge - The Basics lyrics

[Verse 1: RAMBO] I gets live when I spit rhymes, hit spliffs and kiss dimes Its money over mind, I keep a phone over mine Leave a message drop a dime, stores open hop in line No tax or price signs, just bags of white lines I get bagged for long time then you got the wrong guy Like naw I ain't on the song high, I don't even smoke I dare to say no to needing dope, like I'm in hell and need a coat It froze over, never really could go sober I twist gold doja, purple and green While you dumb f**s working for free, I spit a verse for fees Sixteen's like work to me, in the booth doing surgery Bakdraff in the industry, so every track got to end with heat Cause of me that we in these streets Trying to eat putting life to beats I need cheese no rice or meat, straight cash I don't write for free Give a f** if you liking me, you just mad cause I'm nice with these Words I use, I smoke herb on the curb with booze While you on the block, like I'll work for food I'm in the booth with verse or two I get around like a circle do With a pound that will hurt your crew If I shoot the whole earth will move Duck down on your faces, face it Me and Judge we the Basics [Hook : Judge] 2x We so close we can taste it, busting gats and b**hes naked You fake n***as need to face it, we took the track and we laced it So you better study up and get [Rambo] Back to the basics [Verse 2: Judge] Aye yo its senator rap, not a soldier dog I'm better than that Type of n***a making moves from the back, behind the scenes Smoking green with my head on a lean On scheme for the cream if you know what I mean I got a couple live wires on the team Leave a couple John Doe's in the stream Its the Judge Indo blowing the steam, spitting hot fahrenheit The gats hot and the aim's tight And if I see an enemy I'm going to shoot on sight, come into the light The flows miraculous, lay back and blow a bag and sh** And make your b**h call me big papi when I'm stabbing it I don't give a f** if you ain't having it Your head will attract bullets like a piece of metal to a magnet You'll be lying in the corner with your face bashed in I take n***as chips and I cash in And use the heat to guard the stash spot that I keep my cash in Its Judge and Bo and we back in and we ain't stopping We make drug deals and we ain't copping, distribution Just avoid the narc targets Take some cheese and invest that sh** in the stock market We game vets aim techs leave you brainless While you in the park walking, stop talking Or the last thing you'll see is the Glock sparking Just for disrespecting, you need to start stressing Bakdraff on the mic repping Now say thanks for the free lesson [Hook : Judge] 2x