[Intro: Samuel L. Jackson & Beedie]
"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers
And you will know my name is the Lord
When I lay my vengeance upon thee"
Gunshots
Yeah, yo, ayo, check it, uh
[Verse 1: Beedie]
I sip sizzurp and trip 'til I'm dis-turbed
Or start punchin' holes in the wall 'til my fist hurt, uh
My clique [?] will hit you while you sleepin'
Get you on a Friday so you missin' on the weekend
I'm pissin' on the weak, you little bitch deserve a beatin'
What's left? I got a half of brain, I laugh at pain
Plus all I got's a half of haze, plus a sack of change
Then I attack and blow you back with rapid flames
This rappin' game, it ain't the same what we see from thе start
But we do this how we live, and wе mean from the heart
A lotta veterans is gone and I seen 'em depart
A new time is comin' [?] my team on the court
When B.DuBB is on the floor, yo, we beat up the sport
I ain't teamin' with you fiends tryna eat off my fork
So step back 'cause you ain't bad enough to do it with me (Yo)
'Cause me and Mac will blow you back (Yo)
Yeah, we ruin MC's [?] (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2; Mac Miller]
We the kids you havin' trouble to beat
Something's troublin' me so I double the tree
Stay so high, the others be under the sea
Wonder when you suckas will discover the weed
We on some blunts and some tree [?]
You got cash for that fat sack, nothin' is free
Hundreds of cheese, mountain peak, needed somethin' to ski
We be the scene with the means to get blunted and skeed
Yeah, natural, that's a natural blunt
We just dumpin' the guts and we rollin' 'em up
I bring that ace flow, the others be foldin' they stuff
Holdin' they lunch, feed you rhymes 'cause you've stolen enough (Ha)
People get my rookie card, [?] it where the bookies are
Who, me? Couldn't be, my hand's in the cookie jar
Lookie, [?], you want some more, better come do it (Yeah)
And if you open up the door, I'ma run through it (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Beedie]
And I get smacked by the door, slipped, fell, put a crack in the floor
Pickin' it up 'cause I'm back in for war
Me and Mac pass it back, then we passin' it forth
Try to step inside a cypher, you'll get slashed with a sword
When we done, we leavin' [?] like they askin' for more
'Til we back in, spittin' ill, rappin' with my faction
Smoke a blunt until a lung collapses, fuck what happens
With them action-packed raps that leave you askin' for a napkin
Uh, so wipe yourself off, you bleedin'
Pussy-ass posers gettin' hit up with a beatin'
Receivin' all this static 'cause my status is the baddest in the region
Erratic to you faggots we defeatin'
So when you see 'em laughin' at the masses, you ain't fuckin' with us
So here's a fuck you, tell you with my nuts in my clutch
Puffin' a Dutch [?], y'all ain't touchin' us much
And I'ma do this 'til you're done, had enough on my cuts
(Yeah, yeah) What?
[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
Move over, bitch, I'm too sober
Gettin' screwed over, tryna get the bacon, screw kosher
Fucked up like the new pope [?], he got me
Bringin' his posse to try and cross me
Try and be me, but you's a terrible copy
I'll leave your ass shook like you got cerebral palsy
I pack rhymes like I'm wearin' a shotty
Sharpen marks like a shark, straight tear through ya body
Don't dare me to start, I'll tear you apart
I will leave with ya soul, then I'll carry your heart
Out with me, now you're John Doe without kidneys
Put 'em in a cooler, sell 'em for about fifty
A piece, I seen you drivin' up and down my street
Choppin' up my CD, try and toss it at my feet
I'm achin' for a hatin', if you say, you better stand up
But if you feelin' the vibes, then put your hands up
[Outro: Beedie & Mac Miller]
Yeah, put your hands up, now put your hands up
(And to the left now, to the right now, to the left now)
Yeah, put your hands up, put your hands up, now put your hands up
(To the right now, to the left now, to the right now)
Now put ya—now put ya—now put ya hands up
(To the left now, to the right now)
Now put ya—now put ya—now put ya hands up
(To the left now, to the right now)
Again, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(To the left now, to the right now, right, right, right, to the left now, to the right now, to the left now)
Put your hands up, now put your hands up
(To the left now, to the right now, and to the left now)
Yeah, put your hands up, put your hands up, now put your hands up
(To the right now, to the left now, to the right now)
Now put ya—now put ya—now put ya hands up
(And to the left now, and to the right now)
Now put ya—now put ya—now put ya hands up
(And to the left now, and to the right now)
"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers
And you will know my name is the Lord
When I lay my vengeance upon thee"
Gunshots
Yeah, yo, ayo, check it, uh
[Verse 1: Beedie]
I sip sizzurp and trip 'til I'm dis-turbed
Or start punchin' holes in the wall 'til my fist hurt, uh
My clique [?] will hit you while you sleepin'
Get you on a Friday so you missin' on the weekend
I'm pissin' on the weak, you little bitch deserve a beatin'
What's left? I got a half of brain, I laugh at pain
Plus all I got's a half of haze, plus a sack of change
Then I attack and blow you back with rapid flames
This rappin' game, it ain't the same what we see from thе start
But we do this how we live, and wе mean from the heart
A lotta veterans is gone and I seen 'em depart
A new time is comin' [?] my team on the court
When B.DuBB is on the floor, yo, we beat up the sport
I ain't teamin' with you fiends tryna eat off my fork
So step back 'cause you ain't bad enough to do it with me (Yo)
'Cause me and Mac will blow you back (Yo)
Yeah, we ruin MC's [?] (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2; Mac Miller]
We the kids you havin' trouble to beat
Something's troublin' me so I double the tree
Stay so high, the others be under the sea
Wonder when you suckas will discover the weed
We on some blunts and some tree [?]
You got cash for that fat sack, nothin' is free
Hundreds of cheese, mountain peak, needed somethin' to ski
We be the scene with the means to get blunted and skeed
Yeah, natural, that's a natural blunt
We just dumpin' the guts and we rollin' 'em up
I bring that ace flow, the others be foldin' they stuff
Holdin' they lunch, feed you rhymes 'cause you've stolen enough (Ha)
People get my rookie card, [?] it where the bookies are
Who, me? Couldn't be, my hand's in the cookie jar
Lookie, [?], you want some more, better come do it (Yeah)
And if you open up the door, I'ma run through it (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Beedie]
And I get smacked by the door, slipped, fell, put a crack in the floor
Pickin' it up 'cause I'm back in for war
Me and Mac pass it back, then we passin' it forth
Try to step inside a cypher, you'll get slashed with a sword
When we done, we leavin' [?] like they askin' for more
'Til we back in, spittin' ill, rappin' with my faction
Smoke a blunt until a lung collapses, fuck what happens
With them action-packed raps that leave you askin' for a napkin
Uh, so wipe yourself off, you bleedin'
Pussy-ass posers gettin' hit up with a beatin'
Receivin' all this static 'cause my status is the baddest in the region
Erratic to you faggots we defeatin'
So when you see 'em laughin' at the masses, you ain't fuckin' with us
So here's a fuck you, tell you with my nuts in my clutch
Puffin' a Dutch [?], y'all ain't touchin' us much
And I'ma do this 'til you're done, had enough on my cuts
(Yeah, yeah) What?
[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
Move over, bitch, I'm too sober
Gettin' screwed over, tryna get the bacon, screw kosher
Fucked up like the new pope [?], he got me
Bringin' his posse to try and cross me
Try and be me, but you's a terrible copy
I'll leave your ass shook like you got cerebral palsy
I pack rhymes like I'm wearin' a shotty
Sharpen marks like a shark, straight tear through ya body
Don't dare me to start, I'll tear you apart
I will leave with ya soul, then I'll carry your heart
Out with me, now you're John Doe without kidneys
Put 'em in a cooler, sell 'em for about fifty
A piece, I seen you drivin' up and down my street
Choppin' up my CD, try and toss it at my feet
I'm achin' for a hatin', if you say, you better stand up
But if you feelin' the vibes, then put your hands up
[Outro: Beedie & Mac Miller]
Yeah, put your hands up, now put your hands up
(And to the left now, to the right now, to the left now)
Yeah, put your hands up, put your hands up, now put your hands up
(To the right now, to the left now, to the right now)
Now put ya—now put ya—now put ya hands up
(To the left now, to the right now)
Now put ya—now put ya—now put ya hands up
(To the left now, to the right now)
Again, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(To the left now, to the right now, right, right, right, to the left now, to the right now, to the left now)
Put your hands up, now put your hands up
(To the left now, to the right now, and to the left now)
Yeah, put your hands up, put your hands up, now put your hands up
(To the right now, to the left now, to the right now)
Now put ya—now put ya—now put ya hands up
(And to the left now, and to the right now)
Now put ya—now put ya—now put ya hands up
(And to the left now, and to the right now)
( The Ill Spoken )
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