Animosity (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Warren G]
Conjunction junction, what's my function?
I'm workin' up tracks to tap n*ggas that function
It's not 2Pac or that n*gga Dr. Dre
It's the motherf*cking gangsta from around the way (Hey)
The one that brings you styles on timesy-wimesy
That's why so hard to find me
Conduction, construction when I bust
Choo-choo, bustas, it's a must, let me bust, let me bust
Because I got to bust off of the top of the H-E-A-D
It's a must with my n*gga Richie Rich and 2Pac
It's Warren G, yo, I got a cliggy-clock
Ends with my n*gga SN double O P
D O double G— Y-D-O double to the G
Let me come back 'cause I'm like this, see
The LB to the motherf*ckin' gangsta C
n*ggas don't hear me though, baby
It's Warren G endo I'm kinda crazy
Don't trip off me, bro
Let me just kick a motherf*cka 'cause I flow for my homie

[Verse 2: Richie Rich]
Well, I can take one, two and let you know that it be hype
Standin' up finna shoot the shot to young Syke
What you wanna do is throw your flow to let 'em know
When it's comin' R-F-E double E, though (Woo)
One time for the camera, Richard's come to slam ya
Pickin' out your hat, yeah, Georgetown's phat
With the bulldog, ooh wee, why's he wanna do me?
Rich could give a f*ck about a tramp and a hoochie
I hang with n*ggas from the block like 2Pac
What you wanna do is try to keep him locked
'Cause uhh if a n*gga he tries to play ya
Although he's telling your kid like he's a playa but
Don't bang, hang don't it
What you wanna do is get away from in front of me
[?] didn't mean to do it
[?] I thought you knew it
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
And I'll be pickin' up the slack
It's thug 2Pacalypse now to grab the gat and rip the track
'Cause it's all about— makin' money
Ain't a damn thing funny, work me up, sonny
I be like calm in my business, time to hit that sh*t
I'm rippin' up the track 'cause I be down with the clique
And all my n*ggas in the house we hella drunk
We went and got some Tanqueray, n*gga, we ain't no punks
It's time to get our drink on, n*gga
And smoke lots of dank and uh
What we do, we takin' money to the bank
'Cause this is all in the paper's
b*tches be catchin' vapors and uhh
Clinton couldn't f*ckin' save us
And it's all in 'cause n*ggas be ballin'
I drive a f*ckin' Benz 'cause I'm all in
And don't be havin' friends
Just n*ggas like to talk a lot, that's what we see
That's why we made this f*ckin' jam animosity
I won't quit, I talk a lot of sh*t
But buck it all up, 'cause I'll be ready to throw 'em up
But n*ggas don't wanna slang 'em 'cause I bring 'em
I be, 165 but I'm high 'til I f*ckin' die
So you what you wanna do? Bring your whole f*ckin' crew
And my Glock'll have them n*ggas runnin' up the block
My n*gga Syke, he do what the f*ck he like
And he's next on the mic, so won't you hit these n*ggas hella high
[Verse 4: Big Syke]
Never again will I ever trust a b*tch
You can get that ass if they think you're rich
Hungry b*tches, I can spot 'em a mile away
They get nice when it's close to they birthday
All of you do is hang around and stay down
And don't try to front, you f*ckin' clown
'Cause your woman is fine but she ain't yours
'Cause she creepin' through my motherf*ckin' back door
It feels good the way I make her moan
'Cause she don't get served like this at home
If I keep her too late, she might get in trouble
You think highly but I got to bust your bubble
'Cause a mack's gotta do what a mack's gotta do
She bragged to her friends, so I f*cked her crew
'Cause I'm single and a gangsta got to mingle
And while I was stabbin' it, ooh, it tingled
I'ma leave 'em, I'ma leave 'em, yeah, I can see
But when you do, you won't be with me
Like being with me, that's my change
But you cookie hungry hoes [?]
So let a b*tch be a b*tch, and a ho be a ho
'Cause if you blaze and roll, you will never know
So never again, never again
So don't get a woman, just have friends
So f*ck a motherf*ckin' b*tch