Webb St.

Aye Aye Yeah, 1-2-1-2-1-2-1-2 Yeah Look, West, Uh Blackin' out like a street top When the beat drop - won't quit til the beat stop Terayle got the Juice now - Its Tupac on a detox Independent my niggas playin', we all winnin Opposition, them niggas wishin', they all silly Pour it up and we sippin' it til it's all finished Layin' women in Lenin and fallin' all in it - guarantee they all wit it - uh Comin' from the land of the gang-bang Where they slang thangs and the kids do the same thang Find a Plain Jane, put her on a plane Change her mothafuckin life, drop her off, play the same game Who the realist in the game right now With the fame right now and on stage right now, baby Young boy in the building I was tryna wait but they needed my appearance, you feel me I'm true to this Y'all niggas in the same boat Everybody wanna slang dope Guarantee any rapper that wanna Jump Around in the House of Pain I can hang 'em from the same rope On the track I'm Usain Bolt in a rain coat With a tank top, and my eyes closed Spittin fire like a flame-thrower With the whole mother fuckin rap game strapped to my ankle Niggas tryna hate though - whoa - shit Independent, my niggas playin' we know This is Joyner with a little bitta Cole - uh Lil Tupac, with a little bitta of soul - uh Lil K. Dot, with my own little spin Witta a little bitta Rock N' a little bitta of Roll - uh Little bit a little new with a lil bitta of old and Im coming for top Gettin everything I'm owed witta flow of a God I never spare the rod - I never show facade I prolly cop a broad - and do a show abroad And then I hear applause - they applaud, a nigga bona fide I'm like Superfly mixed with Dolemite Swallow beats and that's genocide So don't come against me - that's suicide Kill My Vibe cause that's homicide My nigga when I do it big - like a couple mill - then you gon' feel Like another nigga just got lucky Heard it back, then you play it twice, then you set it as your ring tone Shit just got ugly - uh Stop playin' with me I been ballin' for years and I ain't claim easy I came up from the dirt and I don't stain easy Put my foot on they neck and now they brain leakin' Ain't no mothafuckin way I'm the same nigga And I put it on Everybodies I'm comin' for everybody - I promise you I'm coming with a couple of hitters A couple of jitters, a couple of moments, you don't wanna miss it So listen, I can play with the flow I can speed it up - slow it down - spit it all around One time for the home town nigga, Moval Profound, it's prince of the tv screen and the freestyle nigga, whoa Young Fresh Prince turned Hancock, blow ya chest out If wanna fuck around with the Suicide Squad Imma prolly turn Deadshot with the headshot, nigga - uh Yeah, Gemini Man witta plan, Seven Pounds in my pen If I put it in my hands Imma leave a nigga Hitched where he stand - Westside Throw the dubs up, West coast slang on a nigga Bang on em, Ghostface, Wu-Tang on a nigga Insane In The Membrane, Cypress Hill All these these voices in my head how a psycho feels The President of Everybodies, I can strike the deal Federal Reserve how I cycle Mills And I can win any minute, my Nigga gimme the pennant The flow is Olympic - I'm swimmin' like I'm Michael Phelps I'm like fa real, it's quite surreal, I write to kill So bite the curb or bite the steel Better never press me - never test me Cause I can lyrically murder anybody who don't respect me Showin' love to my young niggas Pull up and they run with us They ain't never been afraid so they run with us I'm hotter than a heat-wok nigga Get a heat stroke when my heat drop Nigga finna celebrate Everybodies in effect - grab a sprite with a little bitta VSOP in it And grab a backwood - better make it pack good Pull up to the Eastside nigga Breakin' through the walls like a sheet rock nigga, -uh I ride her wave like a beach rock Prolly Reminiscing on ya broad while my Peacock in it And you gon CLs when my Pete Rock nigga Let that beat drop nigga I got it out the mud, out the roots Then I made it to the treetop nigga cause I branched out Nigga never had the sauce, bitch I'm ranched out Hotter than anybody you hearin' bout I'm the best out, nigga hands down Motha fuck a hand out - nigga I'm the fuckin' man now And this The Intro - nigga y'all don't even know what y'all in for One time West Yeah - 1-2-1-2-1-2-1-2