Intro

(Minus Boo)

*I keep it butter like them Popeyes buscuits, the new era of hip hop is gay so I choose not to listen

*Let me crack a cold bex like Reggie Noble, I ain't selling nobody grams if I don't know you

****Fuck These **** don't make me put you in yo wheel chair, cause you can't go to the club without yo wheel chair

*Can't you smell the death in the air what yo nose stopped up, this is dirty music it ain't never washed up

*I don't care about yo plaques and yo Grammy Awards, cause ya'll suppose to be man but ya'll dress like broads

*Ain't never been in the back of a squad car, I know why cause ya'll always had somebody to tell on

*You wasen't built for this you rainbow bitch, come threw with ya life they go take yo shit

*It's the bottomless pit you never stop falling, quiet money grabbed the bitch but still balling

(Stanley Ipkins)

*We bring that rawness we live at the raw report, these skinny jean muthafuckas go get they thoughts lost

****I'm the emperor Stanley Ipkins that Ill ****, that's trying to gain that color of a pickle

*It's official the album here, not thinking about sells mad men affiliated can't you tell

****Originality in the process, disabled these **** that's frontin like they run shit

(Minus Boo)

*The only thing they running is they ass kissers, what happen to gym shoes they wearing glass slippers

*You gotta find your nuts in let'em hang, yeah the album is out call it the big bang

*It's the ignorant duo we just might crash yo party, we from the slums we don't wake up in Bogati's

****These **** lame in they all soft, I go mo fuckin vision than a pack of hawks

(Stanley Ipkins)

*Must be smoking doja feeling tough like a boulder, thinking our shit wack we can't take it over

*Ya'll been rapping to long don't have no buzz, that's why ya'll life fucked up like junkies on drugs

*Where's the love we do this shit for our people, that's stuck in that street life flying with that eagle

*We snatch away lames just like the repo, illustrating it clear ya'll cats see threw

*Always wanna rap don't wanna invest, we did auto tune once an that shit don't impress

*We always on hardcore it comes where raised, R.I.P to the thunns that's resting in the grave

****We far from hopeless all that optimistic shit, "G" **** go bump this pulling hits on clicks this the album