We continue on Papoose, Sheek Louch, Dave East Let's go I got one question for you, nigga, what you frontin' for? From the streets, man, I like peace, but I love the war Think it's sweet 'til I knock-knock, that's your mother door Now the doctor gotta run a wire through your brother jaw They ain't got no bail money, damn, what they hustlin' for? Mad 'cause I ain't answer my phone, what they fussin' for? I answer when the G call, I was on another call I ain't answer your call 'cause, nigga, that's a sucker call Creepin' up, it be heatin' up when I bust a four It's hot, I grab it with one glove, that's an oven door Outlaw, down by law, we say fuck the law Run your lips, that's 'cause you a snitch, you above the law The vill' never ran, never will, what you running for? Thought you said you ready to die, what you duckin' for? You line niggas, but you run your mouth, you a fuckin' whore Draw the line, then I keep it low, that's an underscore D-Block Let's talk about fresh Lox marry Yonkers, let's talk about X (YL) Salt and pepper diamonds, let's talk about sex (Uh-huh) Head from your bitch on my project steps Neck game diesel, got that bitch doing reps (Ah) They off the hook this year (Uh-huh) Tight necklaces and pocketbooks this year Gay people like, "Rappers took our looks this year" And I ain't beefin' with none of y'all, I pinky swear (I swear) Okay (Okay), but you don't gotta give me props (Nah) Boy, I knew your moms when she was cheatin' on your pops (Shit) And drops and Ruff Ryders was wheelyin' them blocks I don't talk to the cops, I'm the motherfuckin' Lox (L-O-X) Clap off (Clap off) I wish I was in charge for a year (Why?), I'd turn rap off (Word) No navigation, I'll take the map off (Uh-huh) You gon' kill me with eyeliner? Nigga, you mad soft (Soft) Yeah, the silverback of rap (Shit) D-Block, New York with my nigga East and Pat Uh It's how shit come down Kay Slay, Drama kickin' the building, Papoose Back 2 the Streets the mixtape Hip hop is here, motherfucker What? I'm havin' issues with niggas that never spoke to me (At all) I'm realizin' I'm different, the only hope is me A rat could never smoke with me Key in the ignition Always tryna talk, just listen Rob CVS for prescription (Uh) Eighty K in the district, that Philippe shit Me and four bitches, this shit feel like Freaknik Barney's during the week, hit Niemann's on the weekend Nine times out of ten, money while we ain't speakin' 'Bout to slide with some eaters Lowkey, I'm hidin' and able Desert like we out in AZ Back and forth with Nas, they think I'm AZ Catch you with your group if you move solo like you Swae Lee Just admitted my uncle into rehab, he on day three Coke habit, fuck a broke status You ain't never seen no pressure, never been in no static Never drank with millionaires, never slept in no palace If you wanted leak, I'll pull up on you with like four gallons (Four) Artist with this shit, I got a gold palette Got blow in the package, pasta and a cold salad Flow is cold and most niggas just don't matter One of the few, got to the roof using no ladder As long as I'm around, y'all motherfuckers is not gonna confuse popularity with talent Fuck out of here