Lyrics Outro - Horseshoe Gang

Outro

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If you ain’t heard shit about us
You better learn shit about us
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When the women and gentlemen get to trembling the minute The villain is feelin'
adrenaline that’s when I kill em like
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Ay, ay, ay
If you don’t know 'bout the Shoes
You better go check the views
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Murderous verses makin' you niggas nervous on purpose
You niggas gettin' served like a purpose
You never heard, of my herd, oh word?
Neither will you hear a word from my herd when we lurkin'
To be filthy, I’mma do dirt, that’s for certain
And won’t find a job;
no 9-to-5 workin'
Just had it to hurt for the purse, put the work in
Keep my hands clean like an emergency surgeon
Yeah, yeah, one of a kind truly
Givin' sight to the eyes of those who blind to me
If a nigga not feelin' my rhymes, that’s fine to me
I’ve had veterans see me and recite my lines to me
So I don’t give a fuck if one person on a post hatin'
I don’t give a fuck if everybody with a pulse hatin'
I’mma keep spittin' just as long as my heart is pulsatin'
And give it to everybody — my version of donatin'
The flow’s blazin', even hot enough to roast Satan
And the beat?
I’mma fo' sho' rape it 'til my throat’s achin'
Until I get an ovation from the whole nation
Until the day the globe stays and it stop rotatin'
Really I’m confused and a bit amused
That you niggas never mention Shoes in your interviews
I’m startin' to think that it’s because we the sickest crew
And you niggas don’t want the world to be introduced to this flu
When we see you, you ass’d out like you in the nude
Niggas need to purchase a board game — get a clue
It’s really true, I’m killin' niggas when in the booth
Inside of a pit, I’ll put a fool who’s pitiful
When will they learn, no other crew’s like ours
Read comments, our fans are diehard
Search «Horseshoe Gang», we mastered the rhyme art
On HipHopDX, we made a nice mark
2DopeBoyz, Pandora, iHeart
Check Spotify or Amazon, we quite hard
Go to iTunes or Worldstar for tight bars
Check DatPiff, the mixtapes are 5-star
Women and gentlemen get to tremblin' the minute
The villain is in this bitch it’s K-E-double-N
Y-Ay-Ay, fuck with him
Why-Ay-Ay, fuck it then
Niggas be like, «Who's that?
I heard screams»
You be on News Channel 13
The minute I get the killin' feelin' consider it the
Equivalent of the minute Bruce Banner turn green
Never have you had a worse dream
I’m a nightmare, I know you quite scared
You might not see a nigga, might not hear a nigga
But you feel a nigga cuz I’m right there, I’m like air
Like yeah, leavin' all y’all scarred
All I really wanna do is cause y’all harm
Got a Sawed-Off firearm, I call it my Sawed-Off Arm
Leave a nigga with a sawed-off arm
You really pretendin' to be tough to get all y’all hard
Cuz you hired an armed guard but I find ya
Catch every one of your security guards and off 'em
That’s how I caught y’all off guard
Every nigga in the Circle of Bosses
Is certainly heartless, we a circle of marksmen
If you fuck with us, then you finna pay a big price
Better hope you got enough money to purchase a coffin
Murder, murder, murder, I’mma murder em all
With the larkin', be cautious or get murdered regardless
9 millimeter finna peel a motherfucker’s top off
Turn em into a convertible carcass
Nah, we ain’t fuckin' with you industry suckas
We don’t need none of your beats whenever we gutta
Once you see me and my niggas, we give you the same feelin'
When you seen S-N-double-O-P on Deep Cover
This Long Beach fucker, squeezin' on my chrome piece
Know what I mean when I say I’m a piece-lover
Reach under my white tee
I got more lethal weapons under my belt than D. Glover
Y’all know that:
Women and gentlemen get to tremblin'
The minute the villain is feelin' adrenaline and if you a
Polygamist, then every one of your women finna be tremblin'
Since this millennium beginnin' we been killin' niggas
With the pen and we been killin' niggas when we get on Instrumentals we
defendin' the SSUTT-SSUTT religion
Now witness my enemies get pissed
You niggas is bitch-es, then put on my hit list
I’m killin' your mis-tress, and them illegitimate children
Killin' every individual that lives in the buildin'
When I enter the door man, I’m killin' the doorman
Nothin' but a maleficent belligerent villain
We took a page from the booklet of KXNG CROOKED
Givin' the industry a lot of free music, look where we took it
This industry is like a disobedient bitch
But me and my team keep puttin':
Foot in her ass, until she yells «Uncle»
It’s kinda like I’m a nigga that’s givin' my niece whoopin’s
Killin' this beat, my 9-to-5 is homicide
Hire a private eye, give a fuck if
Police lookin', y’all overlook us still
Us ghetto boys come up short, nigga Bushwick Bill
Labels should check for us, we shouldn’t look for deals
Put money on the Shoes, nigga foot the bill
Talk shit 'til we sell platinum
We reckless, no seat-belts fastened
I wouldn’t give two F’s if I was tryin' to spell «traffic»
You faggot rappers finna get held captive
If you consider your wife your better half, she better have:
The ransom or — I’mma split your head in half
Then mail her whichever half is the better half
It ain’t funny, but I bet I laugh
We Slaughterhouse dyin' of starvation;
N.W.A the reincarnation
But I’m guessin' these record labels are deaf
Or these record labels are gayer than anal sex
Cause they have yet to pay respect to the way that we flex
But maybe it’s because we rated X and we talk about wavin' Tecs
They ain’t checkin' for the best niggas that haven’t made it yet
We filet your flesh like a bayonet, rhymes is bar raisin'
I been in this industry literally twenty percent of a century
So you instantly need to be listin' me
As the fifth emcee on the list of the sickest in history
Mention me with Eminem and that nigga that invented me: Crooked,
look at what Pac and Jigga did to me
Remember me for killin' enemies lyrically
Without a pen in reach, but they probably won’t give shit to me
Because I ain’t never went platinum but that don’t mean
Shit to me … Kenny can make songs
Equal to Drake songs, even a Jay song
That nigga Julius flow deeper than J. Cole
Dice is way closer to 50 than Dre knows
But the radio keep playin' the same songs
Either it’s Trey Songz or a Juicy J song
If the radio don’t put some Shoes on, they finna get moved on
Open and shut case, that’s a brief case closed
Guilty on all counts
Of being the hardest artists out, that’s all that counts
By all accounts, mention us with Slaughterhouse
And TDE, BET is who I’m callin out
We more nicer than them rappers on award cyphers
Spendin' more time with these bars than 4-lifers
Board a prison ward and get your shit in order
Before you niggas begin to get in a war with the four snipers
I’m now trippin', pushin' beef like cow tippin'
I’ll flip it, a hundred round grippin'
I’m switchin' to OneShot deal, it’s still a hundred thou given
But it’s for whoever wanna battle the motherfuckin' ruggedest Southern Cal
villains, come in your town illin'
Huntin' down the underground king and leave him with his Motherfuckin' crown
missin', I come down shittin'
Until we on top, no fucks found given