Bundle Up

[Intro] The Lost Cauze. My nigga Emynd on the beat, whattup? Bear One. It's a cold winter. Bundle up nigga. It's getting cold out there. Let's go. Let's get it [Verse 1] Yeah it's winter time that means it's winner time My niggas hungry out there, boy it's dinner time The flow matured lovely, it's been refined Hip hop ain't dead, but it's in decline Hall of fame shit boy, I'm in the shrine Till the sun come up boy, I'm in the grind I lay low, just plotting while I twist the vine Grey Goose, cran-apple with a twist of lime If there's not Dutchies, well then a Swisher's fine Come to one of our jams you've got to get in line This is Philly nigga and we getting shine Ain't worried about the next nigga cause I'm getting mine Bout to blow the fuck like I'm hitting mines He say he nicer than me he sniffing lines Same nigga forever, it's just a different time Fuck who got the bigger gun I got the bigger mind [Hook: Samples Freeway's 'What We Do'] {x2} "We still hustle till the sun come up" Man we hustle forever "Crack a 40 when the sun go down" Y'all niggas bundle up [Verse 2] It's freezing in fact Shout out to Freezer and Jak Reef on the track and pack is like a liter of Jack I blaze the reefer to relax All I'm seeing is stacks All I'm speaking is facts All I'm eating is rats Put the 40 to the shorty's face You ain't real nigga We just seen you on First 48 Crack the 40 late Banned in 40 states We got mouths to feed, it's like 40 plates Can't just make due, it ain't a game fool Go extra hard, extra yards, Maurice Jones Drew Emynd, Bo Blizz, I got the same crew Never you clown niggas jumping through flamed hoops Fuck your solo career and your lame group I know brilliant men who never had that break through They sitting on the same stoop Y'all see how the game do That's why we out here on the chase nigga [Hook] [Verse 3] Sure as the sun should rise, raising this son of mine To learn that out here you never too young to die Drinking bottles till the rum is dry My heart beats for the doe and so it make me come alive I ain't got time for the sham rumors I'm in Japan stupid, eating lamb skewers ya damn loser You can't bruise us My style is the truest I can freestyle but need a couple thousand to prove it Mad projects, no housing of units Just albums of music that lead a crowd wild with amusement How did I do it? Cop chief and flip hard big dawg With a thick broad while you play soft [?] Suspect, counting money I ain't touch yet If rap don't work there's always drug/sex I own my own home, you couldn't sublet I move dubs on the step that is dubstep [Hook]