Thanks for Havin Me

It's a Conglomerate thing for me man For real. It's all about my crew. CONGLOM Wattup, J [Verse 1] Ever since the E2 tragedy I ain't been out much, damn you can't be too mad at me It's impossible to fall, I see through gravity Peripheral ridiculous, I peep fools after me Creep through, wearing that deep blue, and actually I don't stop at red lights though, we move rapidly And he who, cap at me, meet the new faculty Bone crusher's chat with me, I play the stoop happily Love on the north side, like he's a true ath-a-lete DOn't reach for the neck-a-lece G, the crew backing me He seen who act and he snapping, he breazes through laughing He sees D's in back of him Ice freeze half of his soul, cream stacking up When I'm fiend and after that gold, your crew backing up tho' Chains and rings, I leave half the scene massacred Ching Ching playa, I'll flash the bling back at ya, J [Spoken word] "I'm feeling like I got to be one of the hottest niggas in The Chi, for real. I don't get mentions in all the magazines And shit,but all the motherfuckers that rap know what's up with Your boy, for real. I ain't really never had a nigga say shit To me out of pocket. The one nigga that did, we got him on Video tape. So what? huh" [Verse 2] He's cool, he have to be, retooled his strategy Started in nine-six, please do the math with me He rule the masses, and he school the classes He bleeds through his flanel, you see dude on channel three You have to learn he grew to master me Whoever want to step up, he lose catastrophy Now-a-days you can't creep through with half a key How it plays is, they sleep you with apathy NO empithy, I knew these dudes from back in the day They want to greet you, get the cap and then spray Then, they either leak you with the mack or the trey Dudes in the hood like damn, what done happen to J So, when they offer to meat you sporadically Evaluate the offer then refuse emphatically It's all Juice's, he rule dramatically When I move, the streets move, you majesty, J [Spoken word] "Man, I swear to god, I got to be to this hip-hop shit What bumping and those who high niggas is to the street Shit, huh. I'm to hip-hop what them niggas is to bricks For real. I just can't see a nigga coming here fucking With me man. This is my shit for real. I got the whole City behind me. Test me." [Verse 3] In the rap game, name me who can rap with me Verser are like art, each fueled with capistry When I was broke on the street, crews would laugh at me Now I sound dope on a beat, fools harassing me Used to have coke on the street, dudes would gas at me The thoughts of sane man, hit through insanity What the hell happen to we true and family They tried to bring they heat through and blast at me Disrespect Hertz, I would eat food with chastity Pitbull with Anthony, it's deep, it's how it have to be Now I smoke with Cheetz do, it baffle me When people that are famly sneak you to a tragedy Chain still flawless, three jewel managerie For deals, I'm the person to speak to contractually Cats don't even have enough rank to battle me Juice the Infamous, peace, thanks for having me *Thanks* [Spoken word] "It ain't a lot of motherfuckers out now that's, making a Whole song rhyme, you know what I'm saying. I ain't Saying I'm hot, I'm just saying, listen to the words For real. I used to fuck with a lot of motherfuckers, back In the day. I think I was bigger than them niggas, for real Hey 'Mac, this Conglomerate, for real. What's up, huh? Niggas Know. All my niggas in LA, whattup cuz. My 20's, my School-yard crips, cuz. All my bolzacs niggas, real YEAH, know we do it like that. Ok, whattup fo. Shit real Hey, Malik blessed the nigga with a jam, y'all got to buy The album just for that. Ah, that's right."