Bars Up
(专辑: Revenge Of The Spit - 2006)
My sorrow is gothic Phantom of the
Opera, inspiration is haunted Pain is the
poetry that made my muse nauseous That's how I
make mu-SICK Rappers claiming a
gangsta excuse for not doing no new shit Down south they screw hits I'd rather screw a
silencer into a
gat in slow-mo and 'do hits' SK whisper like a
sex symbol Little cousin affiliated, neck tatted with a
set symbol It's like, ain't no hope in the
world Mike Jack want the
little boys, R. Kelly want the
little girls And I
don't know which is worse I'm tryna snatch Alicia Keyes purse so I
can learn a
woman's worth Parker doing dirt, got hip hop cops Tryna RICO Law a
nigga if I
don't go pop But still can't solve the
murders of 'Pac and Chris Wallace Racial profiling, rapper profilers Niggas get ya bars up, spit a
100 bars what Stop dick riding, fuck bitch you star struck Get ya bars up, Henny Patron Get ya bars up, double R
up, get ya cars up Get ya bars up, spit a
100 bars what Stop dick riding, fuck bitch you star struck Get ya bars up, money, hoes and chucks Get ya stars up, niggas get ya bars up Fuck Hip Hop nigga, that's skull junk I
write classics to make ya think about somethin Fuck if ya dance to it, here's a
leg-breaker Hold a
hand grenade, now shake it like a
salt shaker Homie, drop a
bomb to that Decapitate a
hostage after we bomb Iraq And penitentiaries is packed with old black niggas Mad cause they crack smoked they life away Hate a
youngster cause he see in him his lost youth Some motherfuckers be testing, number one jail house lesson Heard misery loves company Is that why failure and sabotage keep bumping and grinding on me? Humble nigga, but I
learned in life People don't respect nothing but pre-emptive strikes And 9
times out of 10 you can avoid bullshit For the
10th, the
reason I
carry nines with full clips Felon, lost the
right to bear arms, so I
wear long sleeves Please believe I
will still pull it But the
state of California done passed that new law The
Governator giving out a
year for each bullet Niggas get ya bars up, spit a
100 bars what Stop dick riding, fuck bitch you star struck Get ya bars up, Henny Patron Get ya bars up, double R
up, get ya cars up Get ya bars up, spit a
100 bars what Stop dick riding, fuck bitch you star struck Get ya bars up, money, hoes and chucks Get ya stars up, niggas get ya bars up They say the
first shall be last, last shall be first My last name start with the
letter A
Am I
cursed? My moms gave birth inside a
coffin 6
feet under the
dirt, quenching a
sick thirst So I'm hungry enough to eat a
bitch lung like Big Lurch My battle between Angels and Demons, it gets worse Won't put you on the
cover cause you mastered grammar But put you on the
cover if you dance like Hammer Fuckin hypocrites, I'm just telling the
truth Never stopped being spiritual but I
still lust material Diamond mines, slavery back again And I'm smart enough to know what's happenin But that don't stop me from having a
pinky ring Or a
icy gold chain when you see me in traffic man And I'm probably just ignorant enough to stunt And gold-dip a
real life African Niggas get ya bars up, spit a
100 bars what Stop dick riding, fuck bitch you star struck Get ya bars up, Henny Patron Get ya bars up, double R
up, get ya cars up Get ya bars up, spit a
100 bars what Stop dick riding, fuck bitch you star struck Get ya bars up, money, hoes and chucks Get ya stars up, niggas get ya bars up