Glockapella

But if there's more that you want, can't but one side win
Hold on, I'm all off the motherfucking beat, hold on

But this itty bitty beef is, beneath me like bacon

And I'll be strict about straight every one of you niggaz like strangers
You forcin' me to walk this way
Who had the audacity to attack me
I kept quiet but perhaps I should have pushed this fire quicker

I ain't scared of ya, never been scared of ya
You know, as in house, hurt somebody's child or somebody's spouse
You gone fuck around and found out that's Lo still down for it
Amateurs and pros, hard-head niggaz and hoes, also friends and foes
And I got the most to lose but you steppin' on my shoes, nigga
Take that to the head brother before I walk up on your bed brother
Oh but brother have I got news for you, I'm something
And one of my vices used to be wanting to look visually vicious

And I know you know that I'm something too

Maybe my album will get bought this way
There's a whole lot of talkin' going round
I said, bring me the funk, give me the funk
Motherfucker, I ain't mad at these niggaz, I tricked you
You makin' me hafta talk this way

When you assassinate my character, not one remark misses
But instead I use my head and I fed niggaz something nutritious
And I'm damn sure ready to try motherfucker, yeah
And after I get it off my chest may God bless it
So it's gone get funky when I'm fryin' these little fishes
I said, bring me the funk, I want the funk
Yet I react without even a crack in my composure
Niggaz slow down around me, I make 'em superstitious
I could casually clap up the front of somebody's throwback jersey
You best believe me before I pack up and move out of town

And I'm even for sale in Braille, the deaf, dumb and blind have heard me
'Cause to just sit with this shit I've only gotten sicker
You know me, somebody will surely owe me
And I know you ambitious young men, you have my best wishes

I'm worthy and my associates and I named the South Dirty
But hear me when when I say, I ain't gone hate you halfway
This is my Glockapella and I'll be wearing diamonds forever
We got a real awful thang goin' down, getting down
'Cause ain't nobody around here ready to die
You makin' me hafta talk this way, ain'tcha?
Have a piece of this pain on a platter, it's one of my best dishes
When it comes to respect, I only put my family before me

But I ain't even breathin' until I get an even 30
Yeah, usually I don't get into all this battle rap shit
I will gladly gone and glock one of them down

Decide to ride down your street and just hurt somebody bad
You become a target and will remain a target until you are hit
I will invest four minutes exactly for everyone
If anything I'm scared for ya because I'm so ahead of ya
Like I'm signed to Roc-a-fella and I'ma bust two times in the sky
And paint your blood in red brother, you heard what I said, brother?
And the beat ridin', oh so slowly but surely and you in danger

And all that shit's stupid but I'm gonna address it
I bet you don't think I know no better but sanging the blues
I said bring me the funk, I can handle the funk

I'll put bullet holes in anything that oppose through car doors and clothes
Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt somebody bad, Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt somebody dad

You see what I'm saying and you know I can be what I'm sayin'

Let it be known that you'll lose your life fucking around with Lo
But the only way he knows to bring this shit to a closure
Fuck fakin', there has been some offense taken
But you will appreciate what a sacrifice this is