Watch Ya Mouth

[Intro: Julius Luciano] Yo, we got Day One on the track… This is real shit… Watch Ya Mouth! [Verse 1: Julius Luciano] Niggas see the tool and ask why chrome is on me Cause I mimic number two and Y chromosome, see I was only twelve when my older brother Matt Had me holdin' on a strap, told me how to load it well and I ain't known to fail man, never put Perish in my name In the same sentence, I ain't Tony Shelman I'm a Gangsta MC, wear Glocks in the booth The heir to Pac is my crew The West Coast is drowning, no pair of goggles to view The game need a Crooked I (eye) to see straight, homie that’s the paradox of the truth Then give it glasses, put shoes on it Make ya dynamic, homie improve on it The West need our flow Tell me whats West without WE-and-S-T-R-O Test me y'all know them choppas out You better watch ya mouth You better watch ya mouth [Hook: Julius Luciano] My niggas don’t bang no gang (We bout money!) But my niggas don’t play no games (Ain't shit funny!) And my niggas will spray those thangs (What?!) Better watch ya mouth You better watch ya mouth On the search M-O-N-E (Y!) Cause its called the Currency-Over-B (The COB!) Never speak on my team (What?!) Better watch ya mouth You better watch ya mouth [Verse 2: Demetrius Capone] Ayo we ride til he die, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la I'm a mothafuckin' mobsta, rah-rah-rah Got the mothafuckin' Glock and the semi For any nigga trynna slow my guap up Fuck that, all you old cats trynna stop us Duck fast, nigga brrraaht til the cops come See it’s a massacre, brains splattered the passenger Nigga now your thoughts ridin' shotgun Internet killed the video star, now we Digital stars, chillin' wit broads in Maui Whippin' in cars, niggas is dippin' in Audis We finna go hard and finna bogard in Cali Do what the hook talking bout Before I knock ya Cycloptic, how? I sock ya right socket, 'til ya optic poppin' out And hangin' in front of ya face, watch ya mouth [Hook] [Verse 3: Kenny Siegel] You better watch your step, you better rock a vest You better hide, better slide, better cop a tech And haters better be cautious when in this state of mine And lay with nines I ride with in this state of mind If you pop off, then its gon' pop off Niggas’ll give it up as if they Times Square Robot, take my top off and blow your top off Fold a mothafucka like a lawn chair Now tell me why these niggas all up in our biz like shrinks Why pigs want us sittin' in the pen like ink Should treat em like a mattress and have em covered with white sheets Quicker than some lens might blink Ain't got time to lay, sleep, not even daydream I gotta make cream, cause I'm a cake fiend Just like recoverin' addicts, I gotta stay clean Above y'all like attics, the top regime [Hook](x2)