What what what what | |
Yeah yeah | |
Who the fuck want it? | |
Yeah yeah, set it off niggas | |
Transform transform | |
[poet] | |
Yo, i'm at cha'll niggas, assault and battle y'all niggas | |
My gat splatter niggas, my style dazzle niggas | |
Screwball empire, poet spit fire (fire) | |
Niggas wanna die, come try'a...piledriver | |
My family's hydra, but we smoke hy-dro | |
Mixed with the chronic, some niggas sniff blow | |
Some niggas smoke dust, fuck around get bust | |
Severly touched, crushed, your times up | |
Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew's weak | |
When the smoke clears, i'll be there, standin on my two feet | |
With the mic in one hand, and the otha my heat | |
Represent vernon, tenth, and twelth street | |
[hostyle] | |
Man, i brake a broom stick off in yo' ass | |
For long cash, screwball blasts the raw facts | |
And its long lastin, yeah | |
A lot of crews are soft like puddy | |
They see me they runnin from me, my rhymes they study | |
Subject, art of descruction, come to reck | |
Wanna give props to mercy for your ??? drops | |
Set it on my man phil, then my eyes get chinky | |
Here's kinky, then i'm ghost like blinky | |
And my grip is like a mental asyllum when i write 'em | |
Ignite 'em like a bullet from my glock when you pull it | |
To all pieces, when the rough shit releases, yeah | |
Chorus: screwball and capone | |
(do what?) pushin' weight back (nigga we'll win) | |
(what, what) clack clack clack clack (screwball) | |
(we're the illest) can you dig that? (i can dig that) | |
You didn't know, only time keep 'em villians (take it there) | |
I wanna hurt something (nigga we'll win) i wanna hurt something | |
Don't make me do something (we're the illest) (what) | |
Pull the curtains on 'em (yeah yeah yeah) | |
You didn't know, only time keep 'em villians | |
[capone] | |
Yo, understand this i aim rich, aim stainless steel | |
Aim at the beast when the game get real | |
Yo, them corna's i been played, got schooled by fame | |
Said the streets is still watched through closed curtains and screens | |
Qb is like the villian'est life, all across the world thugs, pushers, pimps | |
And whores | |
From a blimp i glimpse at the raws | |
Tears fall, and radioactive street thugs hearin me callin | |
To you my name respect the game, ?sixty days home? | |
Copped the buggy, showed me the love, ghetto niggas gotta love me | |
Pop the bubbly y'all, salute the reign of qb (yeah yeah yeah yeah) | |
[kyron] | |
Aiyyo, you niggas sleepwalkin out here, a technicality | |
Nigga we blaze infront of the kids 'cuz thats how foul it be | |
I shit on you, take you to the flicks, put a hit on you | |
Dump ya head in popcorn, turn around and spit on you | |
I take it there, with ghetto po' niggas, who never had nothin | |
We hangin in the club just to bag som'thin | |
Catch a rolly mercin out about to crash som'thin | |
So just get the fuck up out this life unless you have som'thin | |
You don't hustle around, you wouldn't mind time | |
Bitch you ain't a dime, if you ain't improvin mine | |
Who y'all, i see through y'all | |
Fuckin with kyron, you fuckin screwball | |
We do some ugly shit to y'all | |
Chorus | |
The reign of qb (salute this shit) | |
Screwball (screwball nigga) | |
Capone 'n' noreaga | |
Thugged out (thugged out) | |
Kno'imsayin? (hear me?) | |
Y'all get this money, or we get that thug shit poppin | |
Kno'imsayin? | |
Its our fuckin world |
What what what what | |
Yeah yeah | |
Who the fuck want it? | |
Yeah yeah, set it off niggas | |
Transform transform | |
poet | |
Yo, i' m at cha' ll niggas, assault and battle y' all niggas | |
My gat splatter niggas, my style dazzle niggas | |
Screwball empire, poet spit fire fire | |
Niggas wanna die, come try' a... piledriver | |
My family' s hydra, but we smoke hydro | |
Mixed with the chronic, some niggas sniff blow | |
Some niggas smoke dust, fuck around get bust | |
Severly touched, crushed, your times up | |
Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew' s weak | |
When the smoke clears, i' ll be there, standin on my two feet | |
With the mic in one hand, and the otha my heat | |
Represent vernon, tenth, and twelth street | |
hostyle | |
Man, i brake a broom stick off in yo' ass | |
For long cash, screwball blasts the raw facts | |
And its long lastin, yeah | |
A lot of crews are soft like puddy | |
They see me they runnin from me, my rhymes they study | |
Subject, art of descruction, come to reck | |
Wanna give props to mercy for your ??? drops | |
Set it on my man phil, then my eyes get chinky | |
Here' s kinky, then i' m ghost like blinky | |
And my grip is like a mental asyllum when i write ' em | |
Ignite ' em like a bullet from my glock when you pull it | |
To all pieces, when the rough shit releases, yeah | |
Chorus: screwball and capone | |
do what? pushin' weight back nigga we' ll win | |
what, what clack clack clack clack screwball | |
we' re the illest can you dig that? i can dig that | |
You didn' t know, only time keep ' em villians take it there | |
I wanna hurt something nigga we' ll win i wanna hurt something | |
Don' t make me do something we' re the illest what | |
Pull the curtains on ' em yeah yeah yeah | |
You didn' t know, only time keep ' em villians | |
capone | |
Yo, understand this i aim rich, aim stainless steel | |
Aim at the beast when the game get real | |
Yo, them corna' s i been played, got schooled by fame | |
Said the streets is still watched through closed curtains and screens | |
Qb is like the villian' est life, all across the world thugs, pushers, pimps | |
And whores | |
From a blimp i glimpse at the raws | |
Tears fall, and radioactive street thugs hearin me callin | |
To you my name respect the game, ? sixty days home? | |
Copped the buggy, showed me the love, ghetto niggas gotta love me | |
Pop the bubbly y' all, salute the reign of qb yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
kyron | |
Aiyyo, you niggas sleepwalkin out here, a technicality | |
Nigga we blaze infront of the kids ' cuz thats how foul it be | |
I shit on you, take you to the flicks, put a hit on you | |
Dump ya head in popcorn, turn around and spit on you | |
I take it there, with ghetto po' niggas, who never had nothin | |
We hangin in the club just to bag som' thin | |
Catch a rolly mercin out about to crash som' thin | |
So just get the fuck up out this life unless you have som' thin | |
You don' t hustle around, you wouldn' t mind time | |
Bitch you ain' t a dime, if you ain' t improvin mine | |
Who y' all, i see through y' all | |
Fuckin with kyron, you fuckin screwball | |
We do some ugly shit to y' all | |
Chorus | |
The reign of qb salute this shit | |
Screwball screwball nigga | |
Capone ' n' noreaga | |
Thugged out thugged out | |
Kno' imsayin? hear me? | |
Y' all get this money, or we get that thug shit poppin | |
Kno' imsayin? | |
Its our fuckin world |
What what what what | |
Yeah yeah | |
Who the fuck want it? | |
Yeah yeah, set it off niggas | |
Transform transform | |
poet | |
Yo, i' m at cha' ll niggas, assault and battle y' all niggas | |
My gat splatter niggas, my style dazzle niggas | |
Screwball empire, poet spit fire fire | |
Niggas wanna die, come try' a... piledriver | |
My family' s hydra, but we smoke hydro | |
Mixed with the chronic, some niggas sniff blow | |
Some niggas smoke dust, fuck around get bust | |
Severly touched, crushed, your times up | |
Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew' s weak | |
When the smoke clears, i' ll be there, standin on my two feet | |
With the mic in one hand, and the otha my heat | |
Represent vernon, tenth, and twelth street | |
hostyle | |
Man, i brake a broom stick off in yo' ass | |
For long cash, screwball blasts the raw facts | |
And its long lastin, yeah | |
A lot of crews are soft like puddy | |
They see me they runnin from me, my rhymes they study | |
Subject, art of descruction, come to reck | |
Wanna give props to mercy for your ??? drops | |
Set it on my man phil, then my eyes get chinky | |
Here' s kinky, then i' m ghost like blinky | |
And my grip is like a mental asyllum when i write ' em | |
Ignite ' em like a bullet from my glock when you pull it | |
To all pieces, when the rough shit releases, yeah | |
Chorus: screwball and capone | |
do what? pushin' weight back nigga we' ll win | |
what, what clack clack clack clack screwball | |
we' re the illest can you dig that? i can dig that | |
You didn' t know, only time keep ' em villians take it there | |
I wanna hurt something nigga we' ll win i wanna hurt something | |
Don' t make me do something we' re the illest what | |
Pull the curtains on ' em yeah yeah yeah | |
You didn' t know, only time keep ' em villians | |
capone | |
Yo, understand this i aim rich, aim stainless steel | |
Aim at the beast when the game get real | |
Yo, them corna' s i been played, got schooled by fame | |
Said the streets is still watched through closed curtains and screens | |
Qb is like the villian' est life, all across the world thugs, pushers, pimps | |
And whores | |
From a blimp i glimpse at the raws | |
Tears fall, and radioactive street thugs hearin me callin | |
To you my name respect the game, ? sixty days home? | |
Copped the buggy, showed me the love, ghetto niggas gotta love me | |
Pop the bubbly y' all, salute the reign of qb yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
kyron | |
Aiyyo, you niggas sleepwalkin out here, a technicality | |
Nigga we blaze infront of the kids ' cuz thats how foul it be | |
I shit on you, take you to the flicks, put a hit on you | |
Dump ya head in popcorn, turn around and spit on you | |
I take it there, with ghetto po' niggas, who never had nothin | |
We hangin in the club just to bag som' thin | |
Catch a rolly mercin out about to crash som' thin | |
So just get the fuck up out this life unless you have som' thin | |
You don' t hustle around, you wouldn' t mind time | |
Bitch you ain' t a dime, if you ain' t improvin mine | |
Who y' all, i see through y' all | |
Fuckin with kyron, you fuckin screwball | |
We do some ugly shit to y' all | |
Chorus | |
The reign of qb salute this shit | |
Screwball screwball nigga | |
Capone ' n' noreaga | |
Thugged out thugged out | |
Kno' imsayin? hear me? | |
Y' all get this money, or we get that thug shit poppin | |
Kno' imsayin? | |
Its our fuckin world |