Time's Up

Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God And, it's hard just being the boss Being I can't go to jail cause them years'll cost me Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me Rather just sit back and roll a dutch Think how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch Think about how I'ma get the 'caine over Customs Never underestimate niggas, or over trust them yeah them M's is right in my face I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace If it don't jam, the Tech will spray When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't escape the devil Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what [Chorus] The time to talk is up So bring the heat, that time is over While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground I know how to get my pairs off me They can cry and die from high blood pressure cause tears are salty It's a symptom if you bobbin your head Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip When I get it, you already know I'm throwing them bricks Putting purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwing them nicks That's right, homey, you can't move me I ain't going nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies All you shooting is the breeze, a bootleg uzi I'm just waiting on a que like Suzie, don't lose me These penitentiary chances that I take Should be able to get the mansion by the lake But I invest my bread into something else Into something else that'll make something melt You just gotta feel the kid if not rap for the fact of how real he is, whatever [Chorus] Hey yo, niggas know the champ is in here He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year And I just want to rock for a century Then chase the book with the documentary If you, can't do nothing other than flow Life's a bitch like the mother from "Blow", let's go Don't make me put your heart in your lap Fuck riding the beat, nigga, I parallel park on the track Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue And, I don't know you. But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through Y'all ain't fucking with Jason After I cash in, there's really no justification Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get outta line Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up [Chorus]