Menace

[Julius] Yo, this the type of shit that you ain't up on This the type of shit that we grew up on Type of shit that killers play in they whip, so loud When shit's about to go down, so lames get the fuck on Animal's on the loose, you shoulda left us in the cage The Shoes dope as fuck and I rep us my in J's I’m steppin' in this place, heckler to the K in my possession You can head for the exit, I'm excellent with aim But I don't need a weapon on my waist I'mma wear a catcher's mitt around my head and shit to represent I'm catchin' nigga's fades Vampire but present in the day I got a sword on my hip, I'm so Wesley with the blade I'm hesitant to raise hell for the hell of it Write agressive shit, my pen have to wrestle with the page Explosive when I'm steppin' on the stage The same thing happens that happens when pins ejected from grenades Lames gettin' rich is a crime and crime definitely pays If skill paid bills your shit would never get paid I don't act all rich, bury my money in the backyard, bitch I give these Presidents a grave On the streets we roll mayne, trynna get the lettuce Better get the change or I'll behead whoever's in the way A hustler, never been afraid About bizz 24/7, my week got 7 business days And uh, nigga I don't give a fuck and I never did I live by these words, rhetoric next to residents Your bitch finna get headbutted, [all I ever lend?] But I use my F'in dick, give her head a F'in dick So it's evident that a fella hit hella sick Y'all auction off lies but I never bid We the type you don't bet against If you bet against us, you better get some sense and bet again [Demetrius] I'm O-Dog and Menace from Quahog to Venice I hoped y'all would diss us then I hoped God forgive us Since I broke all the laws given in the Ten Commandments When I go off on niggas, spittin' so raw and vicious The minute you diss us it's finna snowball on niggas Cuz I'm finna give my bros all a rollcall on niggas Crooked and the Shoe Gang is Voltron on niggas We can eclipse the sun, I guess that don't dawn on niggas I'm a West Coast crimin-iminiz-al Like bruh-man from the fifth flo' I’m in your window Now here's an innuendo I put a mistletoe over my dick when I was with your bitch I hope she get that hint though I'm bumpin' Crooked I, glidin', slidin' Through the West side and packin' that heat ridin' Step into my mind, let me take you on a trip I'm nothin' but a hollow tip comin' up out the clip When I break records you can't set the record straight I break records like DJs, you gon' catch it late I'll text a hater "SMH" That mean I just skeeted now I'm shakin' my dickhead on your ex's face This game is backwards, that's why I keep the chrome lit If skills paid bills, me and my niggas would be Jigga and Lil Boosie would be homeless You fans on the wrong dick and makin' rappers famous that don't even write they own shit Fuckin' with killers, you and your niggas'll be dead The tip of this bullet is my point, get it through your head I'm a nigga spittin' lead, I'm a gun myself Nigga, I'm just doin' me and I've outdone myself