[Hook - K. Jayz]
Me and my n*ggas still up to no good
Causin’ trouble in the rap game like we should
And anybody who’s against us can go ahead and consult these nuts
If you think you can step to us, then you motherf*ckers better remember that we bust (x2)
[Verse 1 - K. Jayz]
n*ggas with no respect
They make me wanna walk up and shoot ‘em in the neck
With the flow that I spit on the records, they don’t wanna remember when hip hop was better
You can spit some lyrical sh*t, and they don’t want that
They wanna turn the f*ck up, I feel like an old man
How the hell is this acceptable?
We need to go back in time when rapping stupid was “untouchable”
Back when we focused on the smokin' and lyricism
Minus the gangsta sh*t, we don’t need repetition of history
n*ggas reppin’ a set and the death in ’96 still a mystery
Back then the enemy was the media
Now it’s about hip hop getting poisoned with inferior brain activity from the hood
That’s why I stand the f*ck up and still up to no good
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - FrankyT]
My n*gga, Kenny, hit me up today
Told me, “Man, what about that track you featured on?”
I told him, “Man , I’ma come and kill this sh*t today”
And I don’t really give a f*ck where they sleeping, homes
Yeah, said I’m getting’ money up
Y’all n*ggas funny, man y’all ain’t got y’all money up
I’m counting bundles everyday cause I gotta get it
Every f*cking day, my f*cking palms itching
My palms itching, my ears twitching, I gotta have it
I’m just like a money addict without the attic
Ha, I’m just born with money
Y’all n*ggas ain’t getting’ money cause you born with dummies, yeah
And I’m a codeine sipper
Y’all motherf*ckers is drinking all that cheap liquor, ya heard?
But I’m a South Cack n*gga from the Bronx
And I don’t really give a f*ck as long as you know my thought
Now tell ‘em
[Hook]
[Outro - Kenny’s Conscience]
Hold up, hold the f*ck up
I don’t think you heard me the first time
Keep f*cking around, you gon’ end up paying the consequence:
Get yo’ ass locked the f*ck up