Old Skool S**t, Pt. 2

They said Hulk you be preaching when you talk that
I said no shit nigga when u thought of that
I always speak the truth I ain't gotta kap
I ain't like these other niggaz fake flexin in they raps
Bitchass niggaz talk rough but wont square up
Gun talk in ere line but never put the barrel up
I'm like who the fuck they talkin to
They kno better young hulk will get to sparking fools
Fuck around if you want I ain't gon stop you
I tell my lil nigga shootem, he say copy
Yall tellin on yallselves yall so sloppy
Catch a body and tell ere body what the fuck
Ima keep my shit silent I ain't speaking on it
Rap nigga diss me I ain't trippin homie
Ima keep my mouth shut wave to the public
When that nigga body found damn man who was he

Oldskool shit this is part 2
Still sittin at the top like a barstool
Still shittin on these niggaz when I walk thru
Still blowin bitches minds like a car fuse
That old skool shit still hittin
That old skool shit we ain't switchin
Still the same young niggaz from the trenches
Banging old skool shit 2 bitches

Oops I did it again head in the wind I'm takin a trip
I'm bringing it in
A bucket of wins I'm fuckin intense
Another advance now that I can
I'm bringing the best and never the less
It's all in my hands
The beat in my chest is the reason I am, better than them
I said it again so and what
I'm takin the aim shooting my shot Killin the game hakuna matata, mufasa my name
I live in the jungle, now check out the swing
What can I say, when I beat on my chest

I piss on the lames and shit on the rest
I get all the money, dont do da percents
I make a deposit and blow it the next day
Then back on a check
I'm ready to work
A couple of bands I double it 1st
I'm making it back
I said Im bizerk
I run up a bag, den back on a splurge
I fill up on gas then sell it for cheap
I get it right back in less than a week
I make a deposit back in my couch I'm banking with me
Fuck you mean
They cannot walk like me
They dont floss like me
They try to talk like me
Rhey don't run shit see
I Marshall Faulk my streets
I run dis bitch day and night
Kid cudi my G
I dont huddle my team
They on go no prep
I dont count my steps
I just pace myself
Bold shit steady homie like left right left
Try to match the same march and you might get left yea

Oldskool shit this is part 2
Still sittin at the top like a barstool Still shittin on these niggaz when I walk thru
Still blowin bitches minds like a car fuse
That old skool shit still hittin
That old skool shit we ain't switchin
Still the same young niggaz from the trenches banging old skool shit 2 bitches

Eenie meanie miny moe
Pick a rapper, pick a song, pick a beat, lemme on
Rest in peace he dead and gone
Like that, i don't give a fuck about these clones, tryna be the next uzi vert
Grab ya chest I know it hurts
Grab the strap right outcha purse, Pussy niggaz prolly squirt
Have u shaking in ya skirt
Fuck wid me you on a shirt
Fuck wid dem you get it worse
MBM dats money 1st bitches 2nd, murder 3rd
Nah I'm playin, or am I
Dont test it
My aim is terrific
I'm trained to shoot distance

I aim for the killin
Neva aim for you to live and if you do ya bitch will have to change the bag when you shittin
Alright now im done with the murder talk
Back to killin verses off
Kill the beat then turn it off
Bar lovers jerking off
I created BarHub
Click the site and search it all
Hulk Smashed an skirted off
Compilation Search is on
Watch me snap in every song
Money shot when I come on
I am the wood they knocking on
Hardbody word to solid Brix I'm trending now
Run my lyrics in and out, then bust it in a label's mouth

Oldskool shit this is part 2
Still sittin at the top like a barstool
Still shittin on these niggaz when I walk thru
Still blowin bitches minds like a car fuse
That old skool shit still hittin
That old skool shit we ain't switchin
Still the same young niggaz from the trenches
Banging old skool shit 2 bitches