Mozzy, Babyface Ray, EST Gee - Beat the Case lyrics

Pooh, you a fool for this one

Scariest shit you ever dreamed
Thirty out the window with that thirty
Worse you ever seen with us are you in it?
Ain't no in between, loaded but we focused
Bro 'nem slid the last fifty weeks
He thought shit was sweet
Bite the bullet, now he missing teeth
Give him a forever sleep, ask them niggas
Know in 2020
How Kentucky killed more niggas than corona
I can't see my aim bogus
I'm gone have to walk up on him
The triple cross
Ask him if he helped us whack his homie
I know Von gone hold it
Even if he had to eat bologna
He ain't scary on his holster
Leave a nigga shirt holey
Then right up to God


Mr-spin Tomorrow-In-A-Different-Car
Tryna get it finished so we
Spinnin' tryna end the war
Red ain't out here coaching his lil' solider
Wish I listened more
Trappin' and I'm active, stiff
Got Manny in the kitchen drawer
Cross the country, I connect the plugs
I'm the extension cord i'm a real boss
Ain't no way we stand on equal floors
I'ma be right here for sure
Just hit me if you need some more

Interior cherry clan inside a Lamb'
Remember when I got you out that
Jam? Who ain't let it cram?
Who ain't sit outside them
Niggas houses 3 AM?
Nigga we don't do no playin'
It's oils over xans like
It's bookies over za'
More than 20 gang members when
I push inside a spot
We them niggas that's on God
Attorney want his wad
Prison priors prolly do me janky but it's MOB
Long as blood been on his job
We gone throw the lob
Poured a fo' in this little ass soda pop
We got selections
Either drakey or the 40 pop
Just fucked the homie baby momma
At the homie spot
Forever HGM and them until I'm slaughtered
They ask me leave the backdoor
Open and made an offer
Sixth or seventh grade we was
Stampin' shit with revolvers
I can get you clipped for a trinkling
On my daughter it go hudadada nigga

I ain't sellin' the chop cause
It got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you
When they found him he was stiff
Staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out
And pellets in his face
I ain't sellin' the chop cause
It got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you
When they found him he was stiff
Staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out
And pellets in his face
Lil' bruh gone beat the case

Use your head, knowledge is power
Moving with my son and still clutchin'
I'm feelin' funny
Rapping got me hot, but I'm still in it
Bruh dealin' for me
Cleaner than Easter Sunday
Cup full of Easter Pink hard headed nigga
Church service I went to sleep
Thankful for the addicts, Perc-30
They pay the fee what can you say to me?
It's all profit, ain't no blueprint to it
Just know I stuck to it
Grab my stick, glue it
I'm prepared for anything
These streets have you in a maze
In the field like Willie
Mays, been through it, they feel the pain
Rap game fucked up man
Half of these niggas lame
Gimmicks ain't agin' shit
For they image I'm feelin' strange
Clarity VVS on my tennis, my wrist complete
How can I pay you for all the game
Gotta give to me
Don't get it, it's meant to be
Ain't no sellin' sticks cause I
Know this shit get deep

I ain't sellin' the chop cause
It got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you
When they found him he was stiff
Staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out
And pellets in his face
I ain't sellin' the chop cause
It got sentimental value
Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you
When they found him he was stiff
Staring into space
With all his limbs stretched out
And pellets in his face
Lil' bruh gone beat the case