Hunnid Stax (feat. Sc Hoolboy Q) - Ab-Soul

Hunnid Jordan Streetz Pippen (Streetz) Y'all know how we bleed Bloodyyyyy Gang (Hunnid) Tune in or get tuned the fxxx out (Streetz) Lets Get it (Hunnid) Lets do it Bunch of full clips on bullsxxx and in Chi-Raq we like Jordan Pippen Catch you on the rebound like Dennis Rodman But I'm Steve Kerr with the long distance Glock cocked for the cop ops But thinking out the box like the border missing Its gang gang where we gang bang and we slang cane nxxxx for a living Pump loud like a stage crowd left Streetz with the water whipping Yay and meth portray a chef we be in and out all sorts of kitchens Exports to the imports I be doing all sorts of shipping I'll fxxx your cousin and your sister too Nxxxx I be doing all sorts of pimpin (Streetz) These nxxxx just want attention me and Hunnid just handle business Ain't no mission impossible so we ain't stopping until its finished In the kitchen I'm such a chemist We setting records we should be in Guinness Achieve goals paid in full ain't no Ricos That's only with those freak hxxx we equal Ace and Mitch Jordan and Pippen take your pick 12 come we solid nxxxx hell nah we ain't saying shit Oppositions get sprayed down just like mosquitoes we offin shit All my nxxxx on point and we passing bullets just like assist (Hunnid) Trust me ima real nxxxx and I don't need you to verify Get caught with the pounds on me it go down on me like Jeremih Adding money subtracting ops let the body count multiply Hit a stain and the chopper bang then we use his main for a alibi Shout out to ZackTV we hang where it ain't televised Weather man reigning terror hit your block then I terrorize 11-8 11-4 and im riding to the motor dies SB Double C G I ain't really worried about these other guys (Streetz) Don't be surprised you nxxxx should open your eyes You got told on by one of your guys Tough talking be lies real Gs move in silence So my hitters move in signs Like them Navy Seals pop up yo cap will get peeled No witness we come in disguise we lurking on drills Really so don't come outside haha we leave mamas crying We hungry for real you see it up in my eyes Ain't talking no burger and fries If ain't a mill ain't no way I'm gonna sign Until then its more homicides We in the field think what I'm saying ain't real Come see us and you meet the steel 187 nxxxx thats murder death kill Fxxx it cause thats how I feel, bloody (Hunnid) Streetz Pippen just without the nose Hunnid Jordan just without the rings Get the word out you try to ride on us Then we stretch you out like a limousine Blood stretch from the Wild Hundreds Robert Taylor Cabrini Green Black hawk on me if he feeling fly I'll leave a nxxxx with a broken wing Red beams, green beams let the slugs go stop a nxxxx No suwhoo but we blood gang when the flame on I'm Flocka nxxxx For the Guwop let the tool pop flip a nxxxx like a cartwheeler Everybody wanna gang bang but nobody wanna march with us (Streetz) End of story everybody wanna feel the glory Hell nah y'all ain't important We put in work and y'all getting extorted And plus we don't fxxx with fxxxx nxxxxx More than that we don't trust nxxxx suspect butt kissers Move around cause we don't fxxx with ya pxxxxxx Gang

Back when I first grabbed that pen I told myself I was gon' win And I ain't know when But it was gon' end Up happening, I want in So you can take your top 5 list Dead or alive and put me after Em I'm a fucking genius Gripping my fucking penis, living this life You can't tell me nothing Still ain't really got no money fucking right I'm all about that real, about that real This ain't no motion picture I tell you how that feel, how that feel Even when the odds against you They wanna see me wearing Polo drawers Put 2 chains on and that ain't wrong But that ain't me, I go too damn hard I don't need clothes or jewelry to stand out Black lip nigga with his hair wild Too damn proud Been killing this since Cam made Oh Boy Oh boy, I'm the man now TDE, put the money in my hand ain't shit free This business is quick sand and I won't sink Put the pistol in my hand and I won't think Rest in peace, you just made room for the next to be I never been afraid to say what I wanna say when I wanna say it, okay then Further more we do this for y'all Rap is stressin' but it pays great That is until you lose appeal And your release date gets date raped Stay safe, hold your head I got two fish and a loaf of bread Feed the people, food for thought Because we are equal, who'd have thought They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light I used to wanna rap like Jay-Z Now I feel I could run laps around Jay-Z Nas ain't seen nothing this nasty B.I.G. & Pac got it coming when I pass too You got the mic, I ain't the one you wanna pass to My niggas say my new shit past due I paid dues, even got that shit tattooed HiiiPoWeR on another plateau I know you know we need a few plaques too The brand new niggas with a attitude Poppin' Compton or Timbuktu I might even sell my new shit for 10 bucks too Too ill when I jot these words True eel when I shock the world I know life's a bitch When you know life's a bitch and that's not your girl Cold shit, I'm hot though Like coal get, Ab-Soul This is a shift in paradigm I remember when I couldn't spare a dime Now I step in with a pair of dimes On P's, y'all know me Flow like water, admiralty The best author ever to breathe And as we proceed to follow these dreams I ain't losing no sleep No, no on them NoDoz Just know "No" if it's no dough So high but I'm Soulo Two cups and I sip slow Taking my time We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show Now let's go They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light Time and time I drop line for line But only time will tell If I ever go Columbine And cop 30 nines and cock back and kill See the truth is They wanna know how close me and Dre and Snoop is Or how the shoe fits when they choose this to beat 2Pac But truth I give two shits 'bout Expectations or critics hating Shit, I just put moms on vacation Bitch you never know my new location, it's across nations Court cases get thrown out So tell the motherfucking King dethrone now I am ruler, I am highness The Prince Zamunda I am the shit like what the prune does Black on black tint like Kinta Kunta Black is back bitch I'm kin to coup de Black on black crime resent the shooter Blat, blat, blat, I intend to mute you Racks on racks, I don't rap on tracks Without my A-game so please don't ask Me about no pressure Bitch with the grip of my fingertip I can hold this coast together They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light They wanna share my light You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light

(Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance (Ayy) Same song, new dance, ho (Man, look) Get up off my dick, let me talk my shit Let me show 'em how I feel, for real (Real) These niggas ain't ill, they ain't got no skill They ain't got no will, for real (Uh-uh) I was ten-and-two on Central Tryna make my dream come true (I was) Youngin from Del Amo tryna let y'all know just what we go through (Uh-huh) I was back-to-back at the bastard shack for a pack of Blacks Tank wasn't on "F", as a matter of fact, it was half of half of that (That's fact) Stopped goin' to church, like, "What it's all worth?" What would Jesus do if he was in these shoes? If Johnny pull up, I'm fucked, I'm drunk Had Rossi in the trunk, I was off that Jesus juice Had the passion of Christ, I ain't need a Jesus piece (Uh-uh) Just needed the people to believe in me (Yeah) I ain't need a AP to put my city on the M-A-P (Nah) Was a fade away from banging the ECC The OG told me, "Stick to slingin' them ABCs" (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck (Yeah) Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) Get up off your ass Go and get some cash, show 'em you mean business (Yeah) Go above and beyond, evolve, these niggas so primitive Left the murder scene, ain't leave no witnesses (Ugh) My name must be "Abraham— Lincoln," bitch, I'm innocent (Yeah, yeah) Ugh, life's too short, you should be gettin' it, ugh (Yeah) While the getting is good, if you knew better, you would (Ugh) Gotta go hard in the paint Gotta night-ride when they call it a day All work, no play, crank up the ball and the chain Dropped off on all you lames, y'all all in my way Ayy, they been afflicted by this, off top On top of the injured list, sit 'em in intensives (Yeah) We knock 'em out like mama say, raisin' all of the stakes (Ugh) To win this shit, I, I been addicted, I need hollandaise (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) Yeah, ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Hold up, I already told ya that I was conceived In Korea by Herbert the Third and Lacresha It's no coincidence that I would grow up and blow up You know that the flow is nuclear Since the moment of birth, I was chosen My soul had a glow that was blinding them all The gold in the dirt, the light in the dark The gift and the curse, the right is the wrong See 'fore I knew I would carry the cross Me and Dion had our clothes in reverse Memorizing Kris Kross songs and performing them That was the origin Couldn't come up with a stage name so he gave me his Snap G, word to Tricky T Later I teamed up with Capital 3, El Capitan, and Capital C Might've sold you a white tee down at Magic Disk That's where I was raised Had a crib in it, bitch, I lived in it 'Fore we burned 'em all, compact discs G-pops had me stuffing mixtapes Tryna hit a lick, almost did a bid Steak on a plate, know I gotta eat Grandma made a name this big Then it was Black Planet freestyle chat on a compact tryna get it AOL free trials on dial-up, millennials won't get it Battle mongers, grim reapers, A5 stay live, I'll never forget it Metasota had me on AIM, teaching me how to flip it Still got a cousin in Compton that was making beats Creating waves with the sound I took it as a sign, got my book of rhymes Grabbed the mic and never put it down Soon as he hit record, I transformed I was now a god in man form I was no longer me, but much more Close my eyes and I swear to God I see fans in the stands demand an encore Standing up with they hands up Henceforth, I stole the show, yo The moment I open my eyes, I committed Pun intended, I was sold Wait for it, Soul! My nigga Herb O'Riley, haha!