"хороший хип-хоп": [bad word] goodhiphop

Watch out for your friends

Aiyo, aiyo, you you you got that thing for me, huh?
You thought I was layin it? No no I ain't layin it, I'm takin it
You don't understand? You confused?
How bout if I stuck your [bad word] head [bad word] that window
that would unconfuse you right?
Thought I was layin it, give me the [bad word] [bad word] on

I'm blamin lame [bad word] rappers frontin for famin
I should open up a casino for all the games you playin
I'm sayin, everyday in a different namin
Plus they homos now, big black niggas flamin
We stressin, that you don't be stressin us
And if you GS and GS then don't be B-S'n us
Just be B-S'n logicly, not like that we be guessin
Because the [bad word] need no modesty
Cristal to spring water, Bacardi whatever
What it is is what it is, we can party together
You know how the game goes when your name grows
But still love is love, [bad word] the same hoes
Against the grain goes the souped-up rapper, he spittin venom
So now we gotta get wit him
And do the ten thing, frightenin, while his mens cling
Then watch blood extract out his [bad word] like ginseng
It all ends with all of his mens hit
and now our future friendship, strictly forensic
But that's the life we livin, drivin, that's how we driven
Strivin, you must be robbin, cos I ain't giving, shoot ya guns

 Now when we bless this, with precise [bad word]  that we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit
 Now when we bless this.......
 Watch out...

I see ya overly concernin, ya insides burnin
Mad at the fact Sauce is earnin, with more niggas than Mark Furman
Ya never learnin learnin, never been so determined
Not to be concerned with ya sermon, wheels of fortune still turnin
Still street caviar remains untouched
For Sauce Money cheeseburger deluxe
Screamin what's the croc's fienin, dough we rake off 
While you hailin for cabs we, taxi for take-off
Fake crews and units is dubbin
Get ya whole clan wiped out, no [bad word] For the description given, chapstick flappin
Pistol-whippin [bad word] rappin, sell arms to keep em clappin
Gungho chicks squeeze for me, crazy G's for me
To see [bad word] easily for me
In the same arenas, ain't gotta state his name, you seen us
Few bundles of dope never came between us
Sippin on Bay Breeze's, now we higher than [bad word] thumbs, tryin to see who's the greenest
High [bad word]  no relief pitcher off my tounge
Ace of the staff, Sauce back-to-back Cy Young

 Now when we bless this, with precise [bad word]  that we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit
 *repeat x3*

In the club lit, listen to all my niggas hit [bad word] love me for this disrespectful [bad word] [bad word] em, the only thing I'm with is large amounts, clear
Money the only thing that counts here
By any means like Malcolm
X marks the spot, you know the [bad word] Income, never outdone
Rap star, hit the stage dipped in tar
Other crews muerto, can't [bad word] with this concierto
Too fecicous so I drop new releases til your crew deceases [bad word] your pieces, [bad word] your thesis [bad word] your speeches and [bad word] your beef
Cos when my crew aim, do more than [bad word] your teeth
It'll split your [bad word]  when it hit your [bad word] If you don't want your [bad word] hit, don't forget your [bad word] We don't spar, we aimin all niggas to Allah
When it's spent and to the nazarine if ya 85 Percent
Do what I gotta, straight shot of Jack
Amareddo colada for my [bad word] in the back
Never bluffin, never rap for nothin
Rap flow, don't love it, sincerely yours, Sauce [bad word] it