People Say (feat. Redman)

But still, if one of their men is so ferocious Don't worry about it A disciple I'm well aware my kung-fu is unbeatable Brother, we're trapped That's when my heart turned cold I'm a product of the block We used to cook the product in the pot Add soda, turn the product into rock It's in my DNA, you see it started with my pops In his heyday he probably put your father in a box In my heyday, I probably put the product in my sock Ain't no vacay, the props become a problem when it's hot Mayday mayday, but no charge, I'm nutty with the bars That's a payday so bruh, this ain't even a bar This is AA, back up in the trunk with the AK Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae Got bottles coming out, warriors come out and play-ayy Just know I'm Grade A, get a slice of bread Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead Okay, my goon's hungry, his eyes is red But he clumsy, go oops upside your head We had 'dro and po', suckers Range Rovers flood up the Rucker Me, a thousand chains on, I got put on well up Evergreen baggies, selling capsules, running in classrooms Slick bastards get C.R.E.A.M, yelling 'Cash rule!' Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather Hold a MAC 1-O, pumpin' up in 1 Oak, the Grammy hour Coke chemists taste the flow, it's numb, needs copper rum Blunting off the get back, salute me then one, I'm out Off to the races, my blazers ain't patient They want to spray shit, get elephant blown for stalking Rae shit Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section like I'm on Vicodin Fuck with the righteous men, and we fighting 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here Metals and gear, getting fried off the medical, that's incredible The flyest, the most notorious while they tapping those liars Off niggas heads like papayas Before I poly, Red lighting the Bob Marley So I can cipher God bodies from the John Gotti's Everybody a boss, saying they time's money Women injections, leave 'em with odd bodies Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy Robbin' old ladies, that's a product of no home training I show you the ropes, I'm narrating Al Haymon I told Lighty, if I hate him, I'mma violate him I'm not a shooter but I know shooters And if them shooters don't shoot up, I'll go suit up Redman and the W, it's televised We ain't them niggas, media telling hella lies (Fuck you!) This a campfire of a vampire I don't sleep when hot beats through the amplifier And every nigga got something to say I'm like, 'Yeah okay, y'all corny anyway' Doc People say Love is just a energy Dealing with the claim baby (Oh baby) My-my-my team hard, making 'em lean hard You see more riders lined up than you'll see at a theme park My queen hot, making the scene pop, routine, akh Online gangstas, I'm giving them screenshots Hard writing lyrics to God, right? Twisting the tale, sick as hell, Christian Bale from The Dark Knight On sight, fogging your fog lights, your dog's like Swayze at the Road House, down for the bar fight Like this, like an IG pic Before the Seahawks' 24, Lord, I been on that beast shit Pussy, you wack, something like a cheap trick Mike in the Billie Jean vid, I got the streets lit Shining star, find another, you gon' find it hard Certain death, Deck'll walk off with minor scars Firing squad, defying the odds And the flow solitary, just me behind the bars Sparks up the bullet-proof, game face intensity Applying ingenuity, Tec criminology Sharp mathematically Certified, recognized by every eye worldwide Back to the streets of the do or die hustler I understand politics, consistent, never quit, superstar, I write hits Come have a listen y'all Getting money, flipping it Scripting it, record it, fans then applaud it Ship a hundred mil', they bought and took a snort of it Quotes like heroin coke mixed with dope Have a overdose cardiac, Allah spin the beat back Watch the magnetic attract 'em, club pack 'em They stiff 'cause their wisdom was stripped when I'm attacking 'em People say Love is just a energy Dealing with the claim baby (Oh baby)