Hit the Up Motherfuckers

Hood snitch now known, yeah, your cover blown, We be busting your bar with these bars, like a cyclone, Killing your vibe, high grade skunk in the air, Got you gasping for breath, like you caught in despair. You ain't built for this life, just a shadow in the night, Every word that you spit, man, it just ain't tight, We won't stop till we stop you, that's the mission laid, You claim you’re a king, but your throne’s just a charade. Sorry won't cut it, you played your last card, Thought you could roll with the crew, but you ain't that hard, We on the grind, pushing limits, breaking every rule, While you sit in the back, just a puppet, a fool. Dark clouds overhead, yeah, the storm's coming fast, We bring the heat, you know this vibe's built to last, So step back, little man, before you get burned, In this game of survival, it’s your lesson learned. Hood snitch now known, you thought you could flex, We bustin' your bars, leave your whole crew perplexed, High grade skunk, yeah, we rollin' it thick, Killing your vibe, watch your whole game slip. Eyes on the prize, we don’t play with the fakes, You talkin' tough, but your words just break, Sorry don’t cut it, that’s a weak little line, We grindin' in shadows, while you waste your time. Every move calculated, we play it like chess, You in the crosshairs, feel the weight of the stress, Got the whole hood buzzin', we ignite the flame, You ain't shit, just a pawn in this game. Lurkin' in darkness, we the wolves in the night, You thought you could run, now you outta sight, No mercy for snitches, we cuttin' the ties, In this life, it's survival, where the real one thrives. Hood snitch now known, we see you in the dark, Whisperin’ to the feds, man, you playin’ a part, Bustin’ your bar with bars, we the kings of the block, Killing your vibe, high grade skunk, watch it drop. You thought you was slick, but we caught on your flow, Words like daggers, cut deep, let ‘em know, Sorry won’t save you, it’s too late for that, We comin’ for the throne, and you ain't where it's at. You ain't built for this life, just a pawn in the game, Claimin’ you hard, but it’s all just a name, We relentless, no mercy in this lyrical fight, Shadows in the alley, we own the night. Step into the ring, you’ll see how it feels, Against these real bars, it’s like spinning the wheels, We won't stop till we stop you, that’s the plan, In the heart of the hood, do you understand?