Menace lyrics

[Julius]
Yo, this the type of sh*t that you ain't up on
This the type of sh*t that we grew up on
Type of sh*t that killers play in they whip, so loud
When sh*t's about to go down, so lames get the f*ck on
Animal's on the loose, you shoulda left us in the cage
The Shoes dope as f*ck and I rep us my in J's
I’m steppin' in this place, heckler to the K in my possession
You can head for the exit, I'm excellent with aim
But I don't need a weapon on my waist
I'mma wear a catcher's mitt around my head and sh*t to represent I'm catchin' n*gga's fades
Vampire but present in the day
I got a sword on my hip, I'm so Wesley with the blade
I'm hesitant to raise hell for the hell of it
Write agressive sh*t, my pen have to wrestle with the page
Explosive when I'm steppin' on the stage
The same thing happens that happens when pins ejected from grenades
Lames gettin' rich is a crime and crime definitely pays
If skill paid bills your sh*t would never get paid
I don't act all rich, bury my money in the backyard, b*tch
I give these Presidents a grave
On the streets we roll mayne, trynna get the lettuce
Better get the change or I'll behead whoever's in the way
A hustler, never been afraid
About bizz 24/7, my week got 7 business days
And uh, n*gga I don't give a f*ck and I never did
I live by these words, rhetoric next to residents
Your b*tch finna get headbutted, [all I ever lend?]
But I use my F'in di*k, give her head a F'in di*k
So it's evident that a fella hit hella sick
Y'all auction off lies but I never bid
We the type you don't bet against
If you bet against us, you better get some sense and bet again
[Demetrius]
I'm O-Dog and Menace from Quahog to Venice
I hoped y'all would diss us then I hoped God forgive us
Since I broke all the laws given in the Ten Commandments
When I go off on n*ggas, spittin' so raw and vicious
The minute you diss us it's finna snowball on n*ggas
Cuz I'm finna give my bros all a rollcall on n*ggas
Crooked and the Shoe Gang is Voltron on n*ggas
We can eclipse the sun, I guess that don't dawn on n*ggas
I'm a West Coast crimin-iminiz-al
Like bruh-man from the fifth flo' I’m in your window
Now here's an innuendo
I put a mistletoe over my di*k when I was with your b*tch
I hope she get that hint though
I'm bumpin' Crooked I, glidin', slidin'
Through the West side and packin' that heat ridin'
Step into my mind, let me take you on a trip
I'm nothin' but a hollow tip comin' up out the clip
When I break records you can't set the record straight
I break records like DJs, you gon' catch it late
I'll text a hater "SMH"
That mean I just skeeted now I'm shakin' my di*khead on your ex's face
This game is backwards, that's why I keep the chrome lit
If skills paid bills, me and my n*ggas would be Jigga and Lil Boosie would be homeless
You fans on the wrong di*k and makin' rappers famous that don't even write they own sh*t
f*ckin' with killers, you and your n*ggas'll be dead
The tip of this bullet is my point, get it through your head
I'm a n*gga spittin' lead, I'm a gun myself
n*gga, I'm just doin' me and I've outdone myself