Bangin' with the Aphilliates n*gga
Pay attention
[Bishop]:
One time for my real n*ggas n*gga aye
One time for my real b*tches n*gga aye
I'm sorry I left, I'm back
And not a moment too soon cause rap is wack
Man you n*ggas so Puffy'd out, you in them shiny suits again
Soundin' like some b*tches on some straight prostitution
I'm sorry I left, I'm back
And not a moment too soon cause rap is wack
Man you n*ggas so Puffy'd out, you in them shiny suits again
Soundin' like some b*tches on some straight prostitution
The Aphilliates n*gga
Pay attention
Woogie play that sh*t
I'm sorry I left, I'm back
And not a moment too soon cause rap is wack
Man you n*ggas so Puffy'd out, you in them shiny suits again
Soundin' like some b*tches on some straight prostitution
[Verse One] [Bishop Lamont]:
Too many rappers and not enough emcees
Too many fake gangstas and not enough real G's
Too many di*k riders outnumbering the groupies
Why don't you save some di*k for them hoes, n*gga please
I'm all about that real, you phony n*ggas chill
Oh you think you know a n*gga plans till your ass get killed
You pussies know the deal, you better know the drill
So stop drop and roll and get hit with that steel
My n*ggas crazy, real real shady
They might f*ck your lady and slap your ugly baby
(The kid is ugly)
[Hook] [Bishop]:
Industry or big sh*t, rappers talking sweet sh*t
You call that real hip-hop? Then b*tch you can keep it
These dudes so phony, so soft I know you see it
Lil lolly pop ass rappin n*ggas move, beat it
Enough with all this ho sh*t, about where you buy your clothes b*tch
Jewels cost money n*gga, I don't need to know b*tch
That's how n*ggas get robbed
[Verse Two] [Ronnie Euro]:
I used my felt tip pen dipped in blood for this
Leave your head swole, your hat too snug to fit
Backin' up my money truck to the loading dock
Don't be mad at Ronnie Euro cause he holding stock
Playin games with my funds make the slugs go pop
Motherf*ck what you heard, this that real hip-hop
I got a letter from my fan, he said, "Cat keep doing it."
Long as y'all speakin' dineros, I speak it fluent b*tch
When I spit it's the art imitating my life
I f*cked with a lot of hoes but the music my wife
I represent no school, motherf*cker I'm a dropout
At my crib with your girl on my couch with my c*ck out
If I'm doing a show I'm guaranteed to rock out
Grown ass man with excuses just a f*ckin cop out
Me and my n*gga, doin' big things
f*ck you phony ass rappers with them fake ass chains
[Hook] [Bishop]:
Industry or big sh*t, rappers talking sweet sh*t
You call that real hip-hop? Then b*tch you can keep it
These dudes so phony, so soft I know you see it
Lil lolly pop ass rappin n*ggas move, beat it
Enough with all this ho sh*t, about where you buy your clothes b*tch
Jewels cost money n*gga, I don't need to know b*tch
I don't know none of that sh*t
If I see another video in the club on the rooftops with b*tches and Maybachs...
[Verse Three] [Bishop]:
Here we go again, you n*ggas can't win
I do this sh*t for real, you do it for a trend
Now what's with all that soft sh*t, rappin bout your outfits
You down low n*ggas need to come up out that closet
Henny in the morning, Henny in the evening
Bottle after bottle, I'm surprised I'm still breathing
I take it to the head, God bless the dead
Pour out a lil liquor, ok, nuff said
I'm on my Steve Rifkin, a n*gga talkin Loud sh*t
Hip-hop til I die, phony rap – I don't allow it
Fist up in the air like he almost black and proud sh*t
Radio Raheem, I bang my sh*t real loud b*tch
I represent the streets, I represent the prisons
I do it for the people in the ghetto hard livin'
Salute
Pour that Henny n*gga
Bom!
[Hook] [Bishop]:
Industry or big sh*t, rappers talking sweet sh*t
You call that real hip-hop? Then b*tch you can keep it
These dudes so phony, so soft I know you see it
Lil lolly pop ass rappin n*ggas move, beat it
Enough with all this ho sh*t, about where you buy your clothes b*tch
Jewels cost money n*gga, I don't need to know b*tch
You know it's bad when gay n*ggas see you rappers dressin like that and call y'all fags. b*tch ass n*ggas