Where Ya Barz At

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano] I'm prone to trip on the mic, I need a cordless When we performin' even Steven Morris see that we enormous My speech is diseased what I speak is morbid I'm a good look, on other artist's songs every feature's gorgeous Heed my warning, I got time to kill, I kill daylight Come after noon and have the evening mourning Your flow don't move, what you speak is dormant I make a listener witness me go in, now he's a door man Call me L-U-C-I- stop... A-N-O- spray the fo', three guys, drop My money stretch long like knee-high socks No coconut vodka, but you see I rock A peaceful dude but a fighter, Gandhi combined with Rocky A peaceful dude, a fighter, Elijah Muhammad Ali Pop the tommy gun then ditch the Tommy, Nicole Kidman I'll get rich or die tryin' to get yo riches [Hook] You niggas hollerin' 'bout the product you move, and the Glocks you use And the broads you screw, fuck that my nigga tell me where ya barz at? Uh, my nigga tell me where ya barz at? You niggas hollerin' 'bout you bought a ratchet And your broad is mad sick We got all of that shit, fuck that My nigga tell me where your barz at? Uh, my nigga tell me where your barz at? Chyeah, holla at her [Verse 2: Kenny Siegel] Fuck those ramblin', they must want bandages I'm rough, so scandalous I leave 'em with a fucked up nose Scuffed clothes, cuts, plus bone damages And puff on Cannabis, til' I'm up on Canopus Incase you ain't up on Canopus, that's the second brightest star I'll give you gold every second, by the bar And that's where you should be, call you bartenders Cause your bars tender, you're soft musically Next on your itinerary is the cemetery Cause I'm finna bury you, finna scurry, you feelin' scary? I'm into Lori you into Larry you niggas fairy Call you Tinkerbell yeah you little bitches and little women All you sweet as hell like you Ben and Jerry, you feelin' dairy? Well I'm about my cheese as well as if I'm fillin' bellies If you don't think that we the sickest with bars, let me be the first To change your heart then call me Christiaan Barnard [Hook] [Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] The streets is hella cold but nigga that's what the burner's for A nigga be kickin' styles that you motherfuckers ain't heard before I'm all about confrontation, drama, beef, nigga murder, war Leave you lyin' stiff in your house I turn you to furniture I send you to purga-tor-y, now you Hell bound I kill everything that move, even stand up dudes fell down A nigga don't need to bond with you, I'm not trynna spell bound My gun is my friend, it's magic'll leave you spellbound Chyeah, I'm a boss touchin' more paper than a mail box But I still rob you, take your luggage like a bell hop I keep it real, straight up and down, fuck you clowns I'm trynna fuck a round ass, but I don't fuck around You suckers runnin' your mouth I got a uppercut that'll muffle sound Instead of you throwin' a punch you should be throwin' in a fuckin' towel Pow pow, this pistol shootin' makin' your brain recline You better play like you in the DMV and stay in line [Hook] [Verse 4: Demetrius Capone] Fuck a pen and pencil I printed symbols on Egyptian temples Mix it with a mental conniption and I'm skitzin' on instrumentals Gifted, but Cryptic spittles, a riddle within a riddle Then I'm givin' you the middle digit, my lyrics are beneficial My lyrics been official, air tight seal-ables This is how I make it rain, air strike killin' you This ain't a fair fight, this is a mare night This terror might, scissor you parasites Like a pair of dykes tend to do On some slave shit, I whip a nigga good Don't get it twisted cause I whip a whipper good I'm like a nigga that's finna get intimate, but he impotent With the limpest dick and he wishin' that he could Just pitch a tent, I wish a nigga would Who wanna lock horns? I send your soul on a train to hell Cause I'm the -elius, like Don Corn Mamba, cold blooded as Kobe Bryant Kidnap your kid, and send that nigga to Kony's island [Hook]