Speakeasy

Please settle down, everybody sit down Sit down for a second Mildred, Mildred, get yo' god damn feet off the table (It's a Big E beat!) Come on now, shit This is a, this is why we, we never had nothin, now It's a good evening, here in, in sad St. Louis This right here about to bring the stage to a gentlemen From Port Arthur, Texas Real gentleman, real singer, real storyteller, real gangsta True veteran of the bidness Y'all show him some love Talk to 'em, Bun Thank y'all for comin to see me this evening (yeah!) Cookin this cajun, I laced it with seasoning (huh!) In here, I been here, don't plan on leavin The king of the trill 'bout to pass, who's receivin? I'm throwin, I'm throwed on the mic I explode So loud and bangin mayne just like my load Don't test me or stress me, I'm in that mode Where I could just black out and leave yo' ass glowed Benz's and Beamers, I drove 'em and slammed 'em Big booty hoes, I exposed 'em and grabbed 'em Take 'em right out of they clothes and I have 'em They pussy is golden (what?) my dick is platinum And hard as a diamond, I'm hard when I'm rhymin I'm closer to God, like Eric B. I'm in That get money frame of mind, had a game in time That's what this is, and shit ain't no shame in mine That's the thing about music Music is in of itself The pure manifestation Of what we got inside Go out, to the outside Those thangs that you wanna say But you can't say to everybody You say it when you inside the studio When you get 'em out and they come out in the song The song go permeate through the airwaves Touch somebody Back on that bullshit so bring in the cattle Ready for war so let's get to the battle Niggas is babies with bottles and rattles The street lights is on it's your curfew, skedaddle That all you got G? You comin up short You ain't got the muscle, you ain't got the heart You need actin classes, you can't play the part Yo' mind ain't on money, you need to get smart I'm known to spit darts that'll land in the center Right in the red for the bread when I enter Stack in the summer to ball in the winter I'm grippin that wood (yeah) just got a splinter You's a beginner, a novice or rookie How you got bricks when you can't cop a cookie? We after paper, you after that nookie You bet against me and you lost, pay the bookie Just gimme a second, gimme a second God damnit, Charlie! I'm not gon' say it again Then we'll have to pull my pistol out out here You know I don't play - get up, get, somebody get him Get, get this nigga for me Now, this gentleman is a, uh, woodsmith Architect of woods and design, storyteller He gon' give it to you right now Twista! They could never run in my shoes They know nothin 'bout the ones and the twos (nope!) Murder to the drums when I bruise Twista killin 'em with Bun on the blues (yup!) Competition better study harder Cause I feel like we done found another tune (tune!) They could try to be like Muddy Waters I'ma be the man howlin at the moon (OOOHHH!) Comin up and standin on my style (style) A veteran but keep my lyrics dope (dope) And you still leasin out the ride (ride) I ain't even got a car note (nope!) Y'all ain't stoppin cause you will get crushed And I'ma get with 'em, I can tell 'em (tell 'em) Bald-ass rapper, when you tell 'em, Bus He can't even spit the acapella ('pella) He can't even come right off the top (nope!) He don't kill 'em even though he clone (nope!) He can only kill 'em in the studio Where somebody can help him make a song (yup!) Ask me why I don't hear it, I told ya It's nothin but bullshit lyrics in yo' folder (ha ha) On the blues we come colder, Bun B's a boa Constrictor, Twista inflicts the pain of a cobra Flame and I'ma show ya, the remains of a soldier Down home blues killin niggas in the game 'til it's over This muuuuuuusic, it, it It always forthcomin, forth-tellin, y'know? Mean somethin, ain't none of that bullshit Skippidy-doppity-doo-bop-wop-da-bop And it come knock-knock-he talkin 'bout some real shit? Ain't he talkin 'bout some real shit? James, that yellin Bun B, can't, can't he rap? This motherfucker can rap, can't he? That's what I'm sayin Shit