The Select 6

[ 50 Cal z] #1 draft pick/ the guy who is slick With his raps/ call this rehab Cause ill fix ya up/ im talking to the rap game are you fucking dumb? Anyway/ I as I was trying to say 50 cal z will murder this place Mr. Krueger cutting your face in/ cause im the first Rapper to curse/ bullshit!/ / that’s a fact Number one selection in fact I got lyrics ya neva seen Create a gang with real G’s no bull shit/ why you trying to fuck with The leader/ im punchin peoples hoods in While your beating your wife wearin a wife beater What a gangster pickin a fight/ with a bitch Is that how you handle your business That ain't me/ I do it myself Cause what im doin is worth all the wealth That I'mma get/ the select 6/ don’t suck dick Cause we ain't fags/ but we are in the future while you’re stuck in the past At last/ people can realize the talent Mark your calen-der Cause im takin a millimeter Shootin up wack MC’s known as the whole young money You fuckin sweet as honey/ not a sour patch kid/ but you syrup on the tree So you better see/ 50 cal z/ grippin this mic tightly Cause this is the first time/ I’ll still slaughter your ass for a dime Cause im broke as fuck/ this is all I got/ but this ain't enough The select 6 is too fuckin tough To break/ cause haters gonna hate/ but they gonna hate it when they get locked in a cell Drowning in their own jealously in a well/ so bitch go tell/ everyone/ that im one/ crazy Mothafucka/ who is part of the…. SELECT 6 [Verse 2: E Straight] I ain't the winner/I'm the champion Won so many times/won't let me play again I can't help it/all I do is win Rate my cockiness/I know I'm a ten Call me a black bear/when I ain't writin/I'm hybernatin Try to diss me man I don't care Cuz when it comes to rappin/it just ain't fair Nbs shoots up and stays at the top Knowin with our talent we won't never flop So all you bitchin bitches better stop/I was selected number two To this nbs crew And now we startin to brew Up a little magic/so our best fans are you Now we got the select six/we gonna show our tricks And show ya that Missouri don't create hicks It creates me/estraight/or you could call me Mr. eazy Cuz I rap crazy Don't leave space between lines Gonna make you call a mercy/you askin where's the treaty Its aight I just fucked your sweetie Ate her up/yea call it meaty But don't call me sleazy I don't rap sick like weezy I rap I'll I rap to kill/ Ain't afraid to dis/yea I aim to drill I get hyped up/now it's time to chill