Nick Wiz, Cella Dwellas, Sean Price - Cypha lyrics

Duke, don’t even get your crew amped
Them dudes can’t fuck with Dwellas and
Boot Camp bet you
Cash or food stamps some real
Street action figures
Come complete with big gats and triggers
Big caps for niggas duck
Down when these soldiers
Come around bucktown is where I rest
So hold me down check my man P he sells
Caravans for cheap
Wrecks beef with techniques
That’s antique let this man
Speak and spit raps then kickback and eat a
KitKat whilе you chitchat
On how my shit’s wack cDs don’t stop
‘Til the end and run, go
Tell your friеnd fuck it, and we’re
Coming again (Ha)

Ayyo, you can’t manage this
The boss scandalous from here to Los Angeles
Ruckus tossing the random shit
But can you get with that nigga
Tawl Sean manuscript? Man
You shit all up in your pants
When the cannon click man, I flip on niggas
For no apparent reason
Squeezing shots at you heathens
To stop you from breathing call
The cops ‘cause he’s bleeding
I think he needs some CPR see
We are the illest niggas
Out that’s on your TV, pa when you see me, pa
Better have your fucking shit
Straight you’re fifth, mate nobody move
I think your shit fake
You fishcake whenever the fuck
Ruck dictate, the shit rate higher than shows
Made by Rick Lake yo, lick eight shots at
Them niggas who be
Fucking with international, irrational
B-IG Ruckus
Bitch enough of this talking i’m ready
To start setting shit peep the
Etiquette of a nigga
That’s known for wetting shit

UG bodies tracks
I whip cats like blacks in Amistad
Hold gats like guards in armored cars, I rip
Squads with Ruck and ‘em
Rock put a slug in ‘em
If we wasn’t rap stars, we’d be mugging ‘em
Fuck that i bust gats, son, I’m reckless
When the TEC spit's
It drops squares like Tetris
Trample like Jerome Bettis, rap specialist
You’ll think John Woo directed it
The way I edit shit
With gunplay, my funds stay stacked, nigga
One day, I’ll sway in Ac’ Vigors
My back to the track, niggas
I’ll slap niggas tasteless
A Masta like Ace is with rap pages what?!