Scratchy & Itchy

[Intro] Uh, yeah (Helluva made this beat, baby) Uh, switch this shit up Big bro said this that (Back on that rappin' shit) Weighin' it up, scalin' that shit, man Countin' up, you know? Stackin' up profit shit We ain't even thinkin' 'bout the problems We stackin' dollar bills up 'Cause there ain't no future, it's right now what you make it [Verse] Uh, it's right now what you make it You gettin' fronted, that's what you touchin', that's not what you makin' And I'm still with dread-heads like I was Jamaican And we still risk-takin', get a half a brick shakin' Then a half a book shakin' Yeah, I wear them face mask so I don't look wasted Still stickin' to the basics Big bro the real deal, he gon' bust that bitch, taste this That lil' heron crack flow, this shit laced Still straight from 7-9, every day in different states, kid Give my lawyer 50 more, I ain't tryna face a bid Jealousy a motherfucker, see it in your face, it is I ain't hurt a motherfucker, why you gotta hate the kid? Nigga, you like 30 years old, tryna chase the kids His daddy did that but he don't know why you hate the kid I done seen it all, I don't trust a soul We try and get you gone, yeah, but that's your dawg We was in this shit since leap frog (In this shit since seesaw) Way before the streets, it was b-ball They settin' it up, it's goin' down like seesaw Then everybody start shootin', that's what she saw Red, red, all red, that's what we saw Look like he hit in the head, that's what we saw And we thuggin' hard 'til we see the feds, bitch I'm 'bout to ball Pack said touchdown, know he 'bout to call You know I don't play about my dawgs You know we don't stop at all Wops go to 12, we gon' drop it off And we see the 12, we don't stop at all (Skrrt) I'ma get away or go to Hell This a 12, we don't stop at all Still here with Rell, you think I forgot about big dawg? Tweak, watch your top, 'cause I'm rocked, we knockin' that shit off Hustle like a motherfucker, know we droppin' that shit off If he try and tax, we cop 50, knock all that shit off Still gotta ride with a 50, and I ride with a 50 All 100s, I'm outside with a 50 Pop out this bitch on my side, flash and it's empty Bitch mad, I've been in my bag, now I'm in a sitchy Y'all know Marley and Max, I know Scratchy and Itchy Learned the whole Lakeshore, I was ridin' with Richie I don't think he seen his son 'fore he died, that shit hit me Slim ain't never see his son 'fore he died, that shit hit me I ain't cried in a minute, I be cryin', shit be hittin' me I be tryna leave the hood alone, but that shit don't fit me Know I'm still 'bout it, 'bout it, I'm outside in my Dickies I don't even 'posed to be, but I'm outside with my blicky I know I'ma shoot this bitch and so is everybody with me I be tryna save the bag but I got everybody with me You know I been rappin' like this since Y'all don't really hear me But you don't prolly know about that 'cause Y'all weren't really with me I'm still right here with 60 I'm still out here in my biggidy I'm gon' be here 'til they get rid of me I'm ready for all of my enemies I'm gon' finish victorious over all of my enemies, uh With DJ Victorious We turn them racks to Bentley keys, nigga [Outro] Nigga, uh, uh, uh, uh Turn them racks to Bentley keys