Fuck With A Shoe Gang Nigga

[Intro: Julius] I think its time for these labels to fuck with a Shoe Gang nigga That was Jigga, right? Why not start with them? Roc Nation... [Verse 1: Julius] I need more digits than the number Pi, nigga I'm on the low like a caterpillar, nothing but a fly nigga Ay yo, let me speak to Jay-Hov, the nigga that made songs Like "Ain't No" and "Change Clothes", the dude who made Dame dope Made J. Cole a gang of pesos, Julius with the flow, I'm way froze I'm J. Cold; this ain't hate though, I fuck with Jermaine What up witchya mane, cut from the same cloth Didn't grow up quite the same, naw I've been on this West shit, Jigga, if you invest You'll make a mint, that's an investment Here's the breakdown, nobody's perfect but I'm God's gift Rise and shine in the morning to this cold world, I hope that God gives Us lost ones a dollar and a dream cause we can't get enough to work out Shine some light please, no more Mr. Nice, watch this Never told my story, but it's not a sideline story I spit God-lines like God wrote guidelines for me [Hook: Julius] Ay yo, Roc Nation, fuck with a Shoe Gang nigga Aftermath, fuck with a Shoe Gang nigga M.M.G., fuck with a Shoe Gang nigga Young Money, fuck with a Shoe Gang nigga Roc Nation, fuck with a Shoe Gang nigga Aftermath, fuck with a Shoe Gang nigga M.M.G., fuck with a Shoe Gang nigga Young Money, need to fuck with a Shoe Gang nigga (Beat Change) [Verse 2: Kenny] Slow flow, so you'll understand each word (Inhales) Plus the Kush got my speech slurred Either way something dope's comin' out my mouth Whether I release herb or release words (Exhales) Herbivore, I need herbs I'm on the corner with my niggas like a street curb I been straight up since birth like a baby born feet first Your character's unemployed, it needs work Gotta prob' I'm a end what you start Like I'm casting for a movie, I'm a pick 'em apart If a nigga need bars, gimme bread, I'll loan 'em out Lyrical exercise, helping niggas tone it down Yeah, I hit the booth and get high in it The term 'real one', I'm defining it Fuck what you selling, I ain't buying it Your verse is like your bed cause you lie in it Drake tell Lil Wayne we finna murder things From our minds, giving up's the furthest thing To be successful, we up all night Never take a night off, that's why we underground kings No lie, you should fuck with the Shoe thugs We shut it down, ay man, you should show my crew love (Beat Change) [Intro: Dice] Yo, MMG, fuck with a Shoe Gang nigga Fuck with a Shoe Gang nigga Fuck with a Shoe Gang nigga [Verse 3: Dice] Yo, M.M.G. may need music from our group We got music for the OGs and music for the youth We do this for them hooligans, them dudes that's on the stoop We don't do this for the loot, we rulers of the booth Yeah, I promise to God I fuck with all your artists, Ross Put my palm across my heart, this honest talk Ain't trynna take Wale's shine, we trynna share it And we ain't trynna take away what Meek shall inherit Y'all should fuck with a Shoe Gang nigga Our movement is reminiscent of Wu-Tang, nigga Tryin' to make figures like a new age RZA We trynna cover the top spot, we a toupee nigga Yo, this industry need to salute our mothafuckin' grind If labels ain't checking for us, that's a mothafuckin' crime If we don't make it soon, I'm a start dissin' mothafuckas My grip on my pistol is wood, cause I wish a mothafucka... (Beat Change) [Verse 4: Demetrius] Yo, I'm every artist Dre ever signed in one rapper From the Death Row days to the ones after He should sign us to his new label and call that label the Afterlife Cause the aftermath of death row is the afterlife Hold up, I'm Kendrick with the cadence Wait a minute bitch, don't kill my vibe I hate it when a bitch try to steal my high Stealin' my high is a high dollar crime I'm 50 with the gritty, startin' drama in this bitch And if you a famous rapper, then your mama is a bitch I'm Eminem with synonyms, oh yeah, I'm him too Cut you so fast, when your blood spill, it was still blue Speaking of still-blue, I'm what you get When you mix Stillmatic and Blueprint My ratchet is blue steel too I'm 2Pac but I won't copy his style, a fatherless child Speaking of two, I'm 2Pacalypse now The best way to copy Pac is to be your mothafuckin' self I'm a young'n with a gun up on his shelf, hold on Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me as I tip the brim on my fitted cap I'm the new Snoop Dogg with the Doggy Dogg still attached This Long Beach, so you know you in trouble again This West Coast, so throw up your W's then Bottom line, we who Dre shoulda been signed Cause the Shoes spit shine...