Hammer Dance

My real name, my rap shit

No made up, ****

I'm straight up, ****

Still in the projects

Where I came up, ****

On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten

Getting my weight up ****

I'm no shooter but my

Shooters'll have your brain exposed

But I shoot five in a second, homie

And break your nose

Talking past, I'm dead ass

I was living life fast

With my pistol in the grass

Digging in my ass

Tryna' finish up the last

So I can sit it in the stash

Old E. sweat dripping from the bag

Milk crates sitting on the Ave.

While I'm looking left and right

For them **** with the badge

My mom's dishes really had crack on 'em

Twelve 12's and I kept them shit packed for 'em

Yeah they came back for 'em

I can paint it so vivid 'cause I really lived it

If rap fail, I stack bill

And show you how to get it

I'm in the club, bottle in hand

Doin' my two step

While I got my gun in my pants

Call it the hammer dance

Uh, bitches dancing on a ****

When they feel the gun

I tell 'em we doin' the hammer dance

Two steppin' with my weapon on me

You good? I'm just checkin' homie

Fam-a-lam you don't stand a chance

While I got this gun in my pants

Doin' my hammer dance

In these LA times

I wake up on one

House slippers and coffee

I know the paper gon' come

I drop shit that make the gangstas go dumb

Keep a bad bitch naked

Like my waist with no gun

I'm for real, how are you?

Got street power

From the Watts Towers to Howard U

How would you become me?

I don't do what you cowards do

Flip a thousand pounds

Of that sour deez in a hour dude

I'm out my muh'fuckin' mind

Fuck a punchline

Salute my muh'fuckin' grind

Ditching feds on the regular

They tryna' catch a predator

Not the Chris Hansen type

But the Danny Glover kind

I'm a killer

Everybody know

I body your audio

When the shoddy blow say

Goodbye to your body-o

You mighty gone***

You don't think that I'm about this

Ice grill, ****

Put your money where your mouth is

I'm in the club, bottle in hand

Doin' my two step

While I got my gun in my pants

Call it the hammer dance

Uh, bitches dancing on a ****

When they feel the gun

I tell 'em we doin' the hammer dance

Two steppin' with my weapon on me

You good? I'm just checkin' homie

Fam-a-lam you don't stand a chance

While I got this gun in my pants

Doin' my hammer dance

Yo, my real name, my rap shit

Fuck with Chase

But the real bank is the mattress

Money ain't new to me

Been getting G-stacks

Since Smoove B took his

Shawty back from rehab

Knife work with me

But the chrome is extra

Case I'm in the same taxi

As the bone collector, uh

Ya'll rappin' 'bout models

I get hounded by 'em

Not a killer at all

I'm just surrounded by 'em

Just a real ****

Straight from my mother's stomach

Ain't enough cloth

For all of us to be cut from it

Not decided by who chokes lead

'Cause all of us would be angels

For *** bread

Lot of hostility

Hollering is killing me

Screaming, over my dead body

Like it's not a possibility

All my *** bullshit

Never mind me

But if it's ever problems***

**** know where to find me

I'm in the club, bottle in hand

Doin' my two step

While I got my gun in my pants

Call it the hammer dance

Uh, bitches dancing on a ****

When they feel the gun

I tell 'em we doin' the hammer dance

Two steppin' with my weapon on me

You good? I'm just checkin' homie

Fam-a-lam you don't stand a chance

While I got this gun in my pants

Doin' my hammer dance