Against the Grain

Watch out for your friends Ayo ayo you you you got that thing for me huh? You thought i was layin? no no i aint layin i'm takin You dont understand? you confused? How bout if i stuff your fuckin head through that Window That would unconfuse you right? Thought i was layin give me the fuckin money come on I'm blamin Lame ass rappers frontin for famin I should open up a casino for all the games you playin I'm sayin, everyday in a different namin Plus they homos now, big black niggas flamin We stressin, that you don't be stressin us And if you gs and gs than dont be b.s'n us Just be b.s'n logicly Not like that we be guessin Because the truth need no modesty Cristal to spring water, bacardi whateva What it is, is what it is We can party together You know how the game goes Whenever your name grows But still love is love fuckin the same hoes Against the grain goes the souped up rapper He spittin venom So now we gotta get with him And do the ten thing Frightenin, while his men cling They watch blood extract out his ass like ginsing It all ends with, all of his mens hit And now our future friends shit Strictly forensic But thats the life we livin' Drivin', thats how we driven Strivin, you must be robin Cause i aint given Shoot ya guns Now when we bless this with precise shit That we suffice with We keep your mentals lit Now when we bless this (Echo: bless this, bless this, bless this, bless this) Watch out I see ya overly concernin Ya insides burnin Mad at the fact sauce is earin With more niggas than mark furman Ya never learnin, never been so determined Not to be concerned with ya sermon Wheels of fortune still turnin Still street caviar remains untouched For sauce money cheeseburger deluxe Screamin what the (crooks?) feenin Dough we rake off While you hailin cabs We, taxi for take off Fake crews and units is dubbin Get ya whole clan wiped out, no scrubbin For the decription givin, chapstick flappin Pistol whipin, nigga rappin Sell arms to keep 'em clappin Gung ho chicks spueeze for me Crazy g's for me, to see cheese come easily for me In the same arenas Aint gotta state his name, you seen us Two bottles of dope never came between us Sippin on bay breeze's Now we higher than venus Comparin thumbs, tryin to see whos the greenest High strung No relief pitcher off my tounge Ace of the staff, sauce back to back cy young Now when we bless this with precise shit That we suffice with We keep your mentals lit Now when we bless this with precise shit That we suffice with We keep your mentals lit Now when we bless this with precise shit That we suffice with We keep your mentals lit Now when we bless this with precise shit That we suffice with We keep your mentals lit In the club lit Listen to all my niggas hit Bitches love me for this disrespectfull shit Fuck em, the only thing i'm with is large amounts, Clear Money the only thing that counts here By any means like malcom X marks the spot you know the outcome Income, never outdone Rap star, hit the stage dipped in tar Other crews muerto Cant fuck with this concierto Too fecicous So i drop new releases Till your crew deceases Screw your pieces, fuck you thesis Fuck your speeches, and fuck your beef Cause when my crew aim, do more than brush ya teeth It'll split your shit, when it hit your shit If you dont want yo' shit hit Dont forget yo' shit We dont spar We aimin all niggas to allah When its spent And to the nazarine if ya 85 percent Do what i gotta Straight shot of jack Ameretta, colada for my bitch in the back Never bluffin Never rap for nothin Rap flow, dont love it Sincerly yours Sause motherfucka