Shit Talk
Yeah nigga!
Boss shit!
Prince shit!
Back up on it yeah I'm back up on it! Bitch! (I warned you)
Okay!
East St. Louis is my platform
Where young niggas
Selling Coke in a Crack form
Getting to the Benji's like Lil Jimmy When he crack corn
And people die every day
But nigga that's norm
Hold up I roll up
My pockets are swollen I'm strapped
And I'm locking and loading
Fucked up so I'm rocking and rolling My watch is a rollie
Iced out so the time looking Frozen
I know a bitch named Nina
And that hoe up on my waist
Nigga step out of line
She'll put em' in his place
If you say want war
He got to show me like the state
Let that bitch go boom
Like she hit him with that bass
It's a circle full of squares
And I ain't you talking about a shape
They hate to see a brother shine
So, them niggas throwing shade
Let me be your candy licker
Put that pussy on my face
Deliver penetration
Til' that pussy ovalate
Fucking at the dinner table
Put that pussy on the plate
Niggas palletizing pounds
Calisthenic with the weight Distributing my product
As I calculate the cake
And any time I make deposits
I'll be laughing to the bank
They said that credibility
May advocate your rank
Never seen a foot soldier
That can calibrate a tank
I maneuver on the enemy
Then delegate a flank
I'm a One-Man Army I could Desolate a Base
Okay!
Surely I be coming with it
Niggas better come and get it Represent my squad
Ain't nobody out here
Fucking with it
Genocide in the Valley Shooters
And we run the city
Told you that
The face of the Earth is ugly
Boy it's nothing pretty
Nigga I'm the shit ain't nobody
Out here fucking with me
Call the cops tell the people
That they better come and get me
Catch a bullet then I throw it back Like a fucking frisbee
They say "Never Die Alone" so, Somebody Coming With Me!
Yeah nigga this just what I do
On the everyday basis nigga!
I wake up in the morning
Brush my teeth
Then I get back to the money nigga
I don't know how to rest
Keep a job keep a hustle nigga
That's what I do
Genocide in the Valley boy
Uh!
two!
I'm back up on my Prince Shit
Better tell them late bloomers
That I've been sick
Money on my mind
And I'm feeling like I've been rich That's why the clip
For the tooley is extended
Rifle in the closet
Pistol in the pantry
Legal money in the vent
Drug money in the mattress
Got the scale in the stash
Sandwich bags in the cabinet
Hash in the freezer
Couple ounces in the Attic
Come and ease your mind
Let me stimulate you
Inhaling smoke like a insulator
Show you how to do it
Like a demonstrator
I'm a Stoner fuck Rehabilitation Higher than
The Appalachian Mountains
Or the Himalayas
No I'm not a Psychedelic Pimp
But I've been a Playa
Got the Minor situation
Then I did it Major
I don't like to count on friends
Not even to lend a favor
Besides I only like the count
When it deals with paper
We some independent motherfukers
We don't deal with labels
Cause them motherfukers too shiesty They'll steal the paper
Shit I bought a brand new pistol
Just to kill a hater
Until Eugeno told me "Chill It Playa" Lucky that he told me that
Cause I was gone disenergrate em' leave em' with a piss shitbag
Or a Fibrillator
Enter the vicinity
Silent as an infiltrator
Kill him when his motions
Have been studied and deliberated
King of the Jungle
Got a Lion in my Pocket
And you gone "Hear Me Roar"
Just like "Katy Perry's pop hit" Smoking on chronic
Want beef that's hedonic
Got Heart like "Creed"
But I don't mean "Adonnis"
It was like the letter "X"
How that motherfucker "crossed me"
Let this "Hammer" in my hand
Put a "Nail in his Coffin"
Paramedics on the scene saying "Damn I think we lost him"
If it's soldiers at war
Then hell with the talking Boy!
Nigga Genocide in the Valley
That's all I motherfuking know nigga that's what I represent
(Fucking right nigga)
Shit I bang
(Everyday)
Genocide
(Throw it up) Squad up nigga Hmm! I just count cash on you!
Nigga I'm counting cash... clockwise And counter-clockwise nigga
(Damn... clockwise and counter?) Yeah that's just how I do it dawg!
And you can hate if you want to
(Man fuck em nigga)
Get treated like them other busters
A nigga be like this on your ass like (How they be?) Yah Yah Yah Trick
Yah Yah Yah Trick Yah Yah Yah Yah Trick Yah Yah Yah Trick
(Yeah nigga fuck you man! That's how we do it On you fuck niggas!
Y'all ain't fucking with us
And I say fuck alot cause I don't like You fuck niggas man!
Can't explain myself!)
Fuck it!
Nigga!
Uuh!
Hmm!
E.P
Boss shit!
Prince shit!
Back up on it yeah I'm back up on it! Bitch! (I warned you)
Okay!
East St. Louis is my platform
Where young niggas
Selling Coke in a Crack form
Getting to the Benji's like Lil Jimmy When he crack corn
And people die every day
But nigga that's norm
Hold up I roll up
My pockets are swollen I'm strapped
And I'm locking and loading
Fucked up so I'm rocking and rolling My watch is a rollie
Iced out so the time looking Frozen
I know a bitch named Nina
And that hoe up on my waist
Nigga step out of line
She'll put em' in his place
If you say want war
He got to show me like the state
Let that bitch go boom
Like she hit him with that bass
It's a circle full of squares
And I ain't you talking about a shape
They hate to see a brother shine
So, them niggas throwing shade
Let me be your candy licker
Put that pussy on my face
Deliver penetration
Til' that pussy ovalate
Fucking at the dinner table
Put that pussy on the plate
Niggas palletizing pounds
Calisthenic with the weight Distributing my product
As I calculate the cake
And any time I make deposits
I'll be laughing to the bank
They said that credibility
May advocate your rank
Never seen a foot soldier
That can calibrate a tank
I maneuver on the enemy
Then delegate a flank
I'm a One-Man Army I could Desolate a Base
Okay!
Surely I be coming with it
Niggas better come and get it Represent my squad
Ain't nobody out here
Fucking with it
Genocide in the Valley Shooters
And we run the city
Told you that
The face of the Earth is ugly
Boy it's nothing pretty
Nigga I'm the shit ain't nobody
Out here fucking with me
Call the cops tell the people
That they better come and get me
Catch a bullet then I throw it back Like a fucking frisbee
They say "Never Die Alone" so, Somebody Coming With Me!
Yeah nigga this just what I do
On the everyday basis nigga!
I wake up in the morning
Brush my teeth
Then I get back to the money nigga
I don't know how to rest
Keep a job keep a hustle nigga
That's what I do
Genocide in the Valley boy
Uh!
two!
I'm back up on my Prince Shit
Better tell them late bloomers
That I've been sick
Money on my mind
And I'm feeling like I've been rich That's why the clip
For the tooley is extended
Rifle in the closet
Pistol in the pantry
Legal money in the vent
Drug money in the mattress
Got the scale in the stash
Sandwich bags in the cabinet
Hash in the freezer
Couple ounces in the Attic
Come and ease your mind
Let me stimulate you
Inhaling smoke like a insulator
Show you how to do it
Like a demonstrator
I'm a Stoner fuck Rehabilitation Higher than
The Appalachian Mountains
Or the Himalayas
No I'm not a Psychedelic Pimp
But I've been a Playa
Got the Minor situation
Then I did it Major
I don't like to count on friends
Not even to lend a favor
Besides I only like the count
When it deals with paper
We some independent motherfukers
We don't deal with labels
Cause them motherfukers too shiesty They'll steal the paper
Shit I bought a brand new pistol
Just to kill a hater
Until Eugeno told me "Chill It Playa" Lucky that he told me that
Cause I was gone disenergrate em' leave em' with a piss shitbag
Or a Fibrillator
Enter the vicinity
Silent as an infiltrator
Kill him when his motions
Have been studied and deliberated
King of the Jungle
Got a Lion in my Pocket
And you gone "Hear Me Roar"
Just like "Katy Perry's pop hit" Smoking on chronic
Want beef that's hedonic
Got Heart like "Creed"
But I don't mean "Adonnis"
It was like the letter "X"
How that motherfucker "crossed me"
Let this "Hammer" in my hand
Put a "Nail in his Coffin"
Paramedics on the scene saying "Damn I think we lost him"
If it's soldiers at war
Then hell with the talking Boy!
Nigga Genocide in the Valley
That's all I motherfuking know nigga that's what I represent
(Fucking right nigga)
Shit I bang
(Everyday)
Genocide
(Throw it up) Squad up nigga Hmm! I just count cash on you!
Nigga I'm counting cash... clockwise And counter-clockwise nigga
(Damn... clockwise and counter?) Yeah that's just how I do it dawg!
And you can hate if you want to
(Man fuck em nigga)
Get treated like them other busters
A nigga be like this on your ass like (How they be?) Yah Yah Yah Trick
Yah Yah Yah Trick Yah Yah Yah Yah Trick Yah Yah Yah Trick
(Yeah nigga fuck you man! That's how we do it On you fuck niggas!
Y'all ain't fucking with us
And I say fuck alot cause I don't like You fuck niggas man!
Can't explain myself!)
Fuck it!
Nigga!
Uuh!
Hmm!
E.P
Credits
Writer(s): Emmitte Prince
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