Still Up to Shit

[Hook - K. Jayz] Me and my niggas still up to no good Causin’ trouble in the rap game like we should And anybody who’s against us can go ahead and consult these nuts If you think you can step to us, then you motherfuckers better remember that we bust (x2) [Verse 1 - K. Jayz] Niggas with no respect They make me wanna walk up and shoot ‘em in the neck With the flow that I spit on the records, they don’t wanna remember when hip hop was better You can spit some lyrical shit, and they don’t want that They wanna turn the fuck up, I feel like an old man How the hell is this acceptable? We need to go back in time when rapping stupid was “untouchable” Back when we focused on the smokin' and lyricism Minus the gangsta shit, we don’t need repetition of history Niggas reppin’ a set and the death in ’96 still a mystery Back then the enemy was the media Now it’s about hip hop getting poisoned with inferior brain activity from the hood That’s why I stand the fuck up and still up to no good [Hook] [Verse 2 - FrankyT] My nigga, Kenny, hit me up today Told me, “Man, what about that track you featured on?” I told him, “Man , I’ma come and kill this shit today” And I don’t really give a fuck where they sleeping, homes Yeah, said I’m getting’ money up Y’all niggas funny, man y’all ain’t got y’all money up I’m counting bundles everyday cause I gotta get it Every fucking day, my fucking palms itching My palms itching, my ears twitching, I gotta have it I’m just like a money addict without the attic Ha, I’m just born with money Y’all niggas ain’t getting’ money cause you born with dummies, yeah And I’m a codeine sipper Y’all motherfuckers is drinking all that cheap liquor, ya heard? But I’m a South Cack nigga from the Bronx And I don’t really give a fuck as long as you know my thought Now tell ‘em [Hook] [Outro - Kenny’s Conscience] Hold up, hold the fuck up I don’t think you heard me the first time Keep fucking around, you gon’ end up paying the consequence: Get yo’ ass locked the fuck up