Bully Cypher, Vol. 3 (feat. Merkules, Prada West & C-Lance)

This just in mutha fucka We here now (C-Lance) PG to Surrey Animalistic, a savage with instinct I'm in these back streets boy And all these rappers are N'sync Y'all can't fathomed what's happening The man is sadistic I'm locked in like an inmate Wearing shackles in prison Look I'm from a place Where we grew up on Kimchi I'm 10 deep in Prince George And I show up with Big C The sharks in the water When you going up shits creek My shits dope, one hit And your rollin with clenched teeth Bang bang Bullets just knocked your bro Off of his 10 speed Y'all are see through Just like a hoe in a wet tee I'm the dopest of mc's So you don't wanna test me I know your address homie I know how to end beef It's big Merkules (Look) I'm a bring it back In some fresh lace asics Let the flame spit Lift you right out your chain kid I been on one These other rappers know this Click pow Put the frame back in focus These other lames Talk game and they hopeless I done been about a bag I'm atrocious Back with a dope sound Back on a beat with merk Fuckin up my hometown Gotta punchline To lift them on their feet And this ain't made For a stomach that's weak Your whole rap style obsolete I get to pressing your rib cage With a tray five seven Bang bang Go tell a friend I'm cooler then who your favourite is Play 'em this I bet you couldn't see me like a Pegasus I'm on the go I never know What time of day it is I just keep my eyes out For the snakes and all the plagiarists And y'all as cheap as a dollar tree I'm on top of my game And I'm on top of my lyrics Like an apostrophe Shout out to Big C I'm a bully for real This day-n-nite drip Make me look as good as I feel (It's Kryple) I refuse to make a statement That's why these jakes chase me We're catching more bodies Then the basement of Wayne Gacy I'm blatant, the game hates me Stayin ghost like I'm Swayze Staying to close Will get you choked like I'm Gracie All up in the octagon Fist a cuffs, I'm dropping bombs So Fuckin faded I don't even know who's song I'm on But all show you what the truth is Your scared to show your face Like that guy from Home Improvement Smokin dope I lose it But this cash, I got a fistful When I'm on the mic I stay attacking like a pit bull Cock back the hammer But no it's not loaded yet I come to collect Bounty hunter like I'm Boba Fett It's some west coast flavour I don't stress no haters All about my paper Everyday of my life I be stacking up bank And I'm a always do it major (Money, money) It's like I'm cookin on a bake show (Yeah, yeah) The way I mother fuckin make doe (Yeah, yeah) So I'm moving in the fast lane I ain't talking about monopoly When I be talking about the cash game It's all profit now I'm quick to lock it down It's like I'm C walkin On these hoes the way I hop around There ain't no stoppin now And I'm a rock the Crowd I let the money do the talkin I just walk So ya my pockets loud It's Big C in the building Stay tuned for more Stay tuned for volume 4 BigCbullies.com