[Verse 1: Snug Brim]
This ain't no hard 16, my shit clean with hella [?]
Snug Brim, hella [?] like a helicopter
You better drop a proper hit on your floppy disks
Now you sick [?] shit
Across the gloab, L.A. to Chicago
[?] in every city that I go
I'm Mr. Mean, you never seen a cleaner nigga do
[?] hit the beemer, cut [?]
Heard what you said about me, talking that bullshit
Your pockets [?] empty, I'm on full [?]
So fuck your full clique, nigga, suck a full dick
And if we funkin, nigga, you can't [?] a full clip
I'm out the [?] pit, with 1.13 [?]
[?]
Tripple doubles every night
I bet you riding 4 deep with your hand on your strap, 'cause you the scary type
[Chorus: Snug Brim]
So say whatcha say, there's no way you can stop the grind
Say whatcha say, no way you can get on top of my shine
Say whatcha say, what you say, boy?
You out here running your lips, say whatcha say
But you ain't coming like this
So say whatcha say, there's no way you can stop the grind
Say whatcha say, no way you can get on top of my shine
Say whatcha say, what you say, boy?
You out here running your lips, say whatcha say
But you ain't coming like this
[Verse 2: Skatterman]
I know [?] out here talking 'bout me, wanna rob me, but you don't know if I'm a gangster or a hustler like Mr. Doubty
See my demeanor is calm, but I got the [?]
[?] killers to put 3 in your moms
See I deserve what I got, I built my cliantell with every serve that I popped
Took Penitentiary chances, every bird that I copped
And once I got caught, I took advice from [?], and didn't say a word to the cops
I'm the last of my goddamn kind, you think I'm taking a loss to a broke nigga, you must be out of your goddamn mind
Say whatcha say, but I ain't hearing that shit anyway
I'm busy shipping paper, from K.C. to L.A
See I'm an urban legend, in some hoods I'm a street star
Mouth shut, [?] strong behind a steal bar
From the exkersion to [?] top this
You can be jealous, but you can't stop this
[Chorus: Snug Brim]
So say whatcha say, there's no way you can stop the grind
Say whatcha say, no way you can get on top of my shine
Say whatcha say, what you say, boy?
You out here running your lips, say whatcha say
But you ain't coming like this
So say whatcha say, there's no way you can stop the grind
Say whatcha say, no way you can get on top of my shine
Say whatcha say, what you say, boy?
You out here running your lips, say whatcha say
But you ain't coming like this
[Verse 3: Snug Brim]
I know you said it, you better walk back
Man up, grip your nuts, fuck [?]
Don't get it twisted, I still hit niggas with 4 5th's
[?] my paper, homie, if you having no [?]
In here to blow shit, on top of the pile
[?] worldwide, while you jocking my style
Now look at you now, a damn shame, broke with no get back
You wanna see some real shit? Nigga, sit back
[Verse 4: Skatterman]
For you rap bastards, one up in your gums
Write lyrics about the soil, but Skatter, you just a bumm of a bumm
I lay back, stay low, while you mumbled and [?]
Talking slick about your bread, but you still fumble with crumbs
You moved one peal, you ain't never made 50 G's
On one deal, you ain't never seen a thousand grams
Gun seeled, you just a motherfucking rapper
With or wihtout this indostry shit, I'm worth one mill
[Chorus: Snug Brim]
So say whatcha say, there's no way you can stop the grind
Say whatcha say, no way you can get on top of my shine
Say whatcha say, what you say, boy?
You out here running your lips, say whatcha say
But you ain't coming like this
So say whatcha say, there's no way you can stop the grind
Say whatcha say, no way you can get on top of my shine
Say whatcha say, what you say, boy?
You out here running your lips, say whatcha say
But you ain't coming like this
