Rush Hour lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Real Rx
Yuh!

[Verse]
I walk in this b*tch like Mystikal
That n*gga don't sell dope that's fictional
.556 go off, get rid of you
The opps at home like, "Papi, we sick of you"
My n*ggas spin the block, they'll shoot up the visual
He let off 5, my n*gga let 10 loose
I crack a pint and wonder "What would pimp do?"
Walk in this b*tch like Ip Man and shih tzu
Won't be complicated, it could all be simple
I walk in this b*tch like, what's the issue?
f*ck you and the n*gga who sent you
I'm cooking crack with dirty utensils
This Ol' funny ass B
I'm gettin' higher than Bun B
DJ Screw and P-A-T
Dog n*gga like Project P-a-t
My Glock look just like crunchy black
If that n*gga punch you then punch him back
If you can't beat him, then get the strap
Or drop the bag and get him whacked
I'm not drinking no Hennessy
I will up the glick, put a b*tch to sleep
I dropped the wock in green leaf tea
Me and my b*tch like Coco and Ice-T
I put a deuce inside a ice tea
High out my mind, b*tch, I might be
Just pushed the button, the Audi don't need keys
The Drac sing like Alicia Keys
Beat a n*gga block, Swiss Beatz
You never heard when he dropped like Memph Bleek
I walk in this b*tch like the young gunz
Judge say I'm just another a n*gga wit' a gun
Pick up my phone like "What the f*ck you want?"
"Unc, where my f*ckin' funds?"
You gon' make me f*ck you up
He said, "Pap you a f*ckin' bum"
Wockeisha left me with a gut
When sh*t wrong, feel it in my gut
And when I get that feeling in my gut
That's when I pull the pistol from my gut
I don't care that she got a big butt
I will still stick this b*tch up
They like, "Damn, Pap, that's how you give it up"
Pistol to her lace front, bet she give it up
I put that on my momma, I am not one of them
My b*tch get nasty like Lil Kim
My b*tch did more time than Lil Kim
These n*ggas move like lil Fizz
I walk in this b*tch like Sugar Shane
I'm the real lowdown dirty Shane
Big ass barrel on a n*gga brain
b*tch, do it look like I'm playin' games?
I got pulled over, they asked me for my name
I'm high as f*ck, I told them John Wayne
I walk in this b*tch like John Wayne
I don't know sh*t about John Wayne
Chris Tucker said that sh*t in Rush Hour
That's the only time I heard about him
These n*ggas broke wit' all kind of problems
He so broke, he'll rob his baby momma
Walk in this b*tch like Roberto Duran
He front me work, never heard from me again
I got two big ass FN's
I nicknamed 'em "the sauce twinz"
They say "Pap, you a crazy man"
I got more Drakes than a Canadian
You said it once, n*gga say it again
I'll break every bone in your f*cking chin
These n*ggas know what the f*ck it is
They on 6, they not on 10
When you see Pap, I'm on 10
All my opps can suck a di*k!