Bully

(album: Iron Works - 2011)

Yo, can you raise the mic stand a little bit?
Must have been little niggas in here before me
Yo...

Every facet of the hood I rep, trust me
Till a nigga touch me and death do me ugly
Every facet of the hood I rep, trust me
Till a nigga touch me and death do me ugly

Rubber band 'round my knock, black tape on handle
Four five got six shots if niggas want gamble
Pack by the billboard, that thing on the hip
I'd rather do a bullet than for niggas think I slipped
Scully on the head, thick vest over the ribs
My bitch walking up the block, my girl in the crib
Hammer under the pillow, money in the hand
Told her to close her eyes and squeeze if niggas come vamp her
Couple of niggas out of state, work in the dash
Spent a week in every county searching for cash
Screw on the face, razor in the shoes
In case of scuffle in the pen, K will never lose
No rings on the finger, brass on the knuckles
I re-up with a hundred large cash in the duffel
Leather on the back, pit with no leash
We sweeping for Muhammad
If problems, we don't need police
Medalion on the link, crowns on the [?]
Use rhymes as commercial
Need four pound? We got them

Every facet of the hood I rep, trust me
Till a nigga touch me and death do me ugly
Every facet of the hood I rep, trust me
Till a nigga touch me and death do me ugly

Air in my pockets, money on my mind
Sweatsuit and sneakers, 'cause I'm running from my crime
Tints on my windows, stash by the seat
It's a stick up, I pull up next to you flashing the heat
Twinkle in my eye, mask on my grill
I ask for it once then I'm blasting the steel
Party in the projects, hoes in the lobby
End of the night, thickest one, I'm holding a body
Cheeba in the dutch, hulk in the glass
Low bind some fly niggas hoping I crash
Brush chrome on the rims, my path for bachelors
He was solo with pretty ladyfriend passengers
Scars on my frame, courage on my arms
If they make another bible, I'm writing the psalms
Callus on my palms, diddy in my bop
Crew large enough to get the city on lock
Wrinkles on my skin, grays in my hair
I told y'all, whoever want to bring it: I'm here

Every facet of the hood I rep, trust me
Till a nigga touch me and death do me ugly
Every facet of the hood I rep, trust me
Till a nigga touch me and death do me ugly

Multilocks on the door
Alarms on the windows
I know if niggas come
It's gonna be far from genial
You know, I got Brooklyn in my heart
Bronx got my back
I did dirt in the past
Now I'm constantly strapped