BULLET KLUB

Yeah you niggas know what's up, nigga
Don't play stupid, nigga yeah
Banks, what's up nigga? It's go time homie

Look, these niggas can't match what I create
Boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
(aaahh) the couple stacks I would make with
The MAC on my waist
I could send a package upstate and
Have you stabbed in the face
Thought you was safe while behind the wall
(huh) you vagina soft (pussy)
Have you poked inside the yard
Then youngin slidin' off (haha)
Before the Shady signin', I wore designer
Y'all dog, I swear we cut from
A different kind of cloth (facts)
I'm kinda off, wig shot
Your brains fly across the street
When I fire off the heat, then I'm ridin' off
Goin' to get my dick sucked inside a loft
(haha)
Put Scotty OG inside of my cigar (smokin')
Don't call my phone if you ain't
Tryin' to buy it all, i'm the God
Keep it a 1000, I inspire y'all (HAHAHHH)
I provided y'all with classics
Dropped the hardest tape since '94
But I started out supplyin' raw
Okay, I get it, my face is twisted
But considerin' my facial image
What nigga spit it the way I spit it?
Think about it, I'll wait a minute (haha)
I had to give you time to think of a name
'Cause it might take a minute
When I dropped Reject 2
I made a statement with it
Niggas talk tough, I prop up
To see what's shakin' with it
Let the Beretta knock the letters
Off your Lakers fitted toss bullets
I'm Troy Aikman with it when
He played with Emmitt
Admit it, I'm one of the greatest with it
Huh i raise the bar
Flick the razor leave your face with scars
Break in your place and all that
Money in your safe is ours
You rap niggas ain't safe at all
My youngin takin' niggas chains at the awards
And then we skatin' off
Empty the sticks like 50
Shots is sprayin' off
Kill 'em, double back, hit 'em
Again, we makin' sure, uh

Uh, you know where the fuck we from, nigga
Sound like a murder one (pap pap)
It's the real niggas year
Blood, sweat, tears and bullet flares

Figured I hit the top with those
I seen the bottom with wrong! They switched
My circle so small I'm standin' out of it
(damn)
Episodes of a giant, hand me my monument
Steal off the table bet he won't have
A family to count it with (nah)
Fake ass nigga, sign your baby a counterfeit
Limbs knocked off your counterparts
We're known for breakin' mama hearts (uhh)
Ran out of patience debatin'
Die for the fast flip
Cruisin, collectin' Confederate flags to
Wipe my ass with (nigga)
Had to be killin' shit, I'm hearin' ghosts
Seein' my folks disappearin'
My feelings broke (uhh)
Being successful will bring 'em
To tears faster
Keep your threats off the wire
Buggin' out's my Fear Factor
Uh 30 rounds for your square rapper
The hand of God off the vertical
Rear'll smack ya (uhh)
Shot at me but I never felt a thing
My diamonds freezin' hate allergic
Valentino handkerchief for sneezin' (yeah)
Drippin' with passion, I overdosed twice
Aced all obstacles
I ain't run from shit but the po'-lice
Hunger balance cold nights
Life's a gamble, be damned I don't throw dice
I'm ten toes spike, high as my show price
(uhh) i bet a semi rise'll clear
Out all the petty vibes
It bark like a Shepherd, bite like Pennywise
(uhh) them cruel beginnings of grim
Chronic and Henny eyes
Ghoul vomit and envy cries
For cowards in disguise i pull your card
Make 'em look at you awkward after
Run around on my Gorilla shit
Shittin' and toss it at ya
I was meant to be on in
This era to off a master
Lash your back with your own whip
Followed by stronger laughter (yeah)
Look in my eyes and see
The struggle of success
The memories of a hundred real
Niggas here in the flesh
From the view off the mountain
Top I was mesmerized medicine for maniacs
Chain-reacts and the ghetto fried

Uh, you know where the fuck we from, nigga
Sound like a murder one
It's the real niggas year
Blood, sweat, tears and bullet flares

Yo, in my town we got foul habit's
40 cal packers
Hustlers plow cash and trap in a wild fashion
Til agents chase us around backwards
They know our faces, but to them
We just cases in a file cabinet
I'm Louie'd down in that brown fabric
This watch I bought to drown sadness
Blame my childhood for how I'm actin'
And leave the counter then we brown baggin'
The dollar amount stackin'
I can see them numbers
Hustlers count backwards
I'm somewhat comfy in the bar section
Not 'cause I'm rich 'Cause I'm certified
I'm nothin' like these cross dressers
I can't believe where the flow got us
I kept the whole profit
Got a plan with Roc like the Globetrotters
We straighten beef out and fold dollars
But I'm still humble from the days
We ate the bread with the mold 'round it
And this a feeling you will never feel
The flow impressive still
And I perform better when the pressure build
Single mothers readin' hustlers
Stretchin' meals she fed us with the cash
For the electric bill (woo)
I'm too eclectic, mouth reckless still
I hit the hood just to
Chill, like the old days, catch a feel
You see
This paper could change a nigga demeanor
(seen it) i seen it take dreamers and
Make 'em into believers (uh huh)
Had you sippin' Ace pullin' up
Like Ace in the Beamer
But first you gotta relate to
That Ace in the cleaners, aH!