(sang)
Brother... you`ve been on my mind
Oh brother
We`ve changed over time so
Brother, I`m keeping my eyes on you
I bet you don`t think I know no bett`(er)
But sanging the blues
Oh but brother have I got news for you
I`m something... and I know you know that I`m something too
(chuckle)
Yeah, usually I don`t get into all this battle rap shit and all that
Shit`s stupid
But I`m gonna address it
And after I get it off my chest may God bless it
I will invest four minutes exactly for everyone who had the audacity to attack me
I kept quiet but perhaps I should have pushed this fire quicker
Cause to just sit with this shit I`ve only gotten sicker
Yet I react without even a crack in my composure
But the only way he knows to bring this shit to a closure
I`m worthy, and my associates and I named the South Dirty
And I`m even for sale in Braille, the deaf, dumb and blind have heard me
But I ain`t even breathin until I get an even 30
I could casually clap up the front of somebody`s throwback jersey
You makin` me hafta talk this way, aintcha?
You makin` me hafta talk this way
You forcin me to walk this way
Maybe my album will get bought this way
Niggaz slow down around me, I make em superstitious
And one of my vices used to be wanting to look visually vicious
But instead I use my head and I fed niggaz something nutritious
But you will appreiciate what a sacrifice this is
And I know you ambitious young men, you have my best wishes
Have a piece of this pain on a platter, it`s one of my best dishes
When you assassinate my character, not one remark misses
So it`s gone get funky when I`m fryin these little fishes
Fuck fakin, there has been some offense taken
But this itty bitty beef is, beneath me, like bacon
But hear me when when I say, I ain`t gone hate you halfway
You know me, somebody will surely owe me
When it comes to respect, I only put my family before me
And the beat ridin, oh so slowly, but surely
And you in danger, and I`ll be strict about straight erry one of you niggaz like strangers
I`ll put bullet holes in anything that oppose
Through car doors and clothes, amateurs and pros
Hardhead niggaz and hoes, also friends and foes
Let it be known that you`ll lose your life fucking around with Lo
This is my Glockapella
And I`ll be wearing diamonds forever like I`m signed to Rocafella
And I`ma bust two times in the sky
Cause ain`t nobody around here ready to die
But if there`s more that you want, can`t but one side win
And I`m damn sure ready to try mutha fucker, yeah
Hold on... haha I`m all off the mother fucking beat, hold on
Lo crazy, Lo a`hurt somebody bad
Lo crazy, Lo a`hurt somebody dad
Decide to ride down your street and just hurt somebody bad
You know, as in house, hurt somebody`s child or somebody`s spouse
You see what I`m saying, and you know I can be what I`m sayin
And I got the most to lose, but you steppin on my shoes, nigga
You become a target, and will remain a target until you are hit
You gone fuck around and found out that`s Lo still down for it
I ain`t scared of ya, never been scared of ya
If anyhing I`m scared for ya because I`m so ahead of ya
Take that to the head brother, before I walk up on your bed brother
And paint your blood in red brother
You heard what I said – brother?
Mutha fucker, hahaha
I ain`t mad at these niggaz
Ahh, ahh I tricked you
(sang)
We got a real awful thang goin down, getting down
There`s a whole lot of talkin going round
You best believe me before I pack up and move out of town
I will gladly gone and glock one of them down
I said, bring me the funk, I want the funk
I said, bring me the funk, give me the funk
I said bring me the funk, I can handle the funk
Just bring me the funk, bring me the funk
Mutha fucker
