Back to the Bars, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: DJ Kay Slay & Sheek Louch]
Ayy, yo
It's DJ Kay Slay, The Drama King
The Living Legend, representin' for the culture
And culture is a way of life
Sheek Louch, set it off
D-Block

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Ayy, yo, peace, Lord, how y'all been?
It's been a since we talked so I figure let me grab my pen
Basic sh*t, drinkin' liquor, talkin' sh*t at the games (Facts)
Couple n*ggas doin' good but the rest is the same
Still fly, heart emojis and a bunch of flames (Donnie)
I got a sh*t load of money but I barely do chains
Nice watch, workin' hard, like to sleep on the planes (Uh huh)
When I land, light up and get greeted with brains
Ha, Donnie, the Lionel Richie of the Commodores (Sheek)
For twenty years I been hotter than Bahama floors
O.G., so I was probably in your mama drawers (Ha ha)
Been gettin' money since Ruff Ryder Cash Money tours (Woo)
Dead, and I still let that cannon off
Whole clip, I don't plan on goin' back and forth
Google me, n*gga, ain't nothin' 'bout me been soft
Sincerely yours, hope this letter make it up north (Sheek)
[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay]
Swervin' through traffic on the Saw Mill
Headed to Yonkers
Styles P, let's go

[Verse 2: Styles P]
I ain't have a trap but I had a crack spot
I was movin' black tops playin' black cop
Seen a top on a lap before a laptop
Over bloody money, n*ggas let the gat pop
If you on the frontline, never back block
Then you better have a gat or be a sasquatch
We was have-nots, now we have knots
Smokin' weed in the hatchback with a glass top
I still pay homage to all the Reaganomics
Flashbacks await, the H'll make 'em vomit
Pushin' the whip color like SuperSonics
Smokin' Gary Payton while I'm playin' Delfonics
Even when I'm lyin', b*tch, I'm bein' honest
I ain't with the drama but I'm with the honor
You should know that I got the llama
I'm burnin' money and I'm burnin' scama

[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay]
Cruisin' across the Brooklyn Bridge
Shouts to Marcy's own Sauce Money
Let's go
[Verse 3: Sauce Money]
If it's money on the table, I'll assault y'all kitchen (Uh)
For n*ggas with bright ideas, I'll off y'all switchin' (Uh huh)
Tryna block moves from gettin' Sauce more chicken
Underhanded n*ggas like they Softball pitchin' (Woo)
You got a job for haters, you better hire 'em swiftly (Come on)
'Cause once we locate 'em, then we expire 'em quickly
I'm the one, akh
Without a gunshot at Curtis
This is how it sounds when you fire at 50 (Woo)
I open-palm haters and suckas get backhands (Yeah)
I pick off emcees to pick on rap fans
You find your stomach shrinkin', let me help you with your thinkin'
Sometimes my punchlines turn into lap bands (Talk to 'em)
n*ggas worse than hoes, f*ck what he tell she (f*ck 'em)
Sucka for love, n*ggas want T-L-C
You could keep dreamin', but I'ma keep leanin'
And keep heat steamy while screamin', "Free LG"

[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay]
Pushin' up that West Side Highway to Harlem
Nino Man, Twelveth Street
Let's go

[Verse 4: Nino Man]
Yo, they say I'm the chosen one like Neo
Nah, b*tch, I'm Nino
Trapped out the Rio, crack rocks of kilos
n*ggas send shots and miss, they better reload
'Cause when I send shots it's [?], they gotta relocate
Wait, I move like I'm runnin' late
No time for nobody, I'm sorry, I want the cake
I mean, I'm not even really sorry, I'm bein' fake
I mean, how could you ever be sorry for bein' great?
I mean, they be knowin'
I could slide in they main dame when the baby showin'
Can't even stay in they own lane and they be bowlin'
Don't ever loan 'em a damn thing 'cause they be owin'
That's why they lady hoe'in'
I can't believe all this hate I see
I got the juice over here, you gotta drink Hi-C
I'm with your boo gettin' head like a state I.D
Look, I could never be fake, I'm me
Nino Man
[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay]
You know how that bike life go down
One wheel up in the sky up Lenox Ave
Vado, let's go

[Verse 5: Vado]
Yo, unleash your fingers with pressed keys
Chains on galore before it was just [?]
Be in Hell's Kitchen cookin' up like the [?]
Off-white shirts lookin' like they 3X tees
Yeah, we now orderin' less weed
Fiends movin' fast on the water like jet skis
I'm the type to eat with you, call for the check, please
'Fore you send your soldier in, make sure you check these
b*tches gettin' kicked to the curb in they best Birken
Move to any county in Jers' except Bergen
Pull up in that Maybach pearl with the red curtain
Ask n*ggas they networkin' or neck workin'
Tryna cop numbers, I'm hopin' the net workin'
Bus comin' in every day, the connect workin'
Huh, understand the mindstate
Now you could understand the crime rate

[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay & RJ Payne]
Doin' 90 down the turnpike to Philly
RJ Payne, represent, bruh
Payne

[Verse 6: RJ Payne]
Tre Eight snub clean the buildin'
Clip full of slugs, they think it's Serena Williams
sh*t is like a drug, been tryna repeat the feelin'
Termites in a barrel, these bullets'll eat your ceilin', Payne
Every rhyme is stellar, different kind of fella
Dillinger with the six-pack, the Teyana Taylor
Medusa face on my Versaci, word to Donatella
My chicken got these n*ggas sick, sh*t is salmonella
When you this damn special, they can't catch you
I fight and I shoot, Van Damme and Van Exel
Out the park sh*t, grand slam, it's ancestral
Dead a man, them rubber bands, these hands stretch you
f*ck who nice, n*gga, who play greater?
Slay said he need a verse, it came two days later
I let these sucka n*ggas prove they haters
Diss me on Monday, they read about you in the Tuesday paper
Payne

[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay]
Fresh off a flight front Flint, Michigan
Jon Connor, close it out

[Verse 7: Jon Connor]
Let me just set the record straight
My résumé is the best to date, n*gga, let's debate
Michigan, I'm from the water-is-lead-infested state
Where n*ggas rather be dead than safe
Starve and dyin' over bread and cake
Judge know he gon' send you to the feds before the lawyer even pled the case
Adrenaline buildin'
Connor back killin' these n*ggas with Slay
And I know you was missin' that feelin'
They like, "He got a deal and went missin'"
No, he got a deal and they tried to convince him I needed permission to finish the vision that Allah intended
You got it, I get it
And I will admit it, that Connor just prob'ly ain't meant for the system
Peep my position
Disappeared and came back like a f*ckin' magician
Mad with a swag like you f*ckin' my b*tches
You thought with the toughest intentions, predicted to tuckin' your di*k in when sh*t get in sync
Them be the n*ggas I hate and be talkin' the loudest
See, most of these n*ggas is cowards
Keep runnin' your mouth and they buyin' fresh caskets and flowers
Warnin', I just took a bottled water shower this mornin'
Flint sh*t, the reason behind all the passion when I'm recordin'
p*ssed off, so I'ma let your b*tch f*ck me 'til my di*k soft
Porn sh*t, long-ass tube socks and won't even take my kicks off
If you ask me, the universe gave y'all four years to try to pass me
And now that we back on course, I'm f*ckin' y'all over with no remorse
A boss, I own my own sh*t
Now I ain't gotta postpone sh*t
Revolution on my mind like the black fist on the comb pick
It's finna get ugly
This time they not takin' it from me, this ain't for the money
This time, I'm f*ckin' they b*tch while I'm doin' the Dougie
This the preview of the sh*t I got comin'
Gone