100 - Intellectual

[Intro: Bizarre]

A lot of niggas say they real man

But these niggas ain't real

[Chorus: Bizarre]

I keep it a hundred

[Verse 1: Kuniva]

You know how we do it, Dirty Dozen, G-Unit

Overcook the beef until its over and you leak fluid

I speak fluent, real talk, you at peace? Prove it

'Cause niggas swear they run shit until they cease moving

So who are you fooling if you ain't getting money then what are you doing

Get caught without a gun and you're ruined

You better connect with some thorough cats before its over with

Ride through in the rover then cave your whole shoulder in

I know some homies importing boulders, straight soldiers

Who sip coffee, read all day, chill in their loafers

Who never tell even if the odds are against them

In the pen trading favors, while they puffing on the Winston

D12 we stick together, thin and thick

And keep it family over money, my team are sick and loyal

So when it comes down to giving a fuck about your squad nigga, I don't

I keep it a buck

[Verse 2: Swift McVay]

McVay season, meat cleaver, car Beamer

When they see us they start beefing and turn vegan

Start speaking about me and they stop breathing

They not leaving an autopsy, the cop's even

Got me in a hot seat and I'm not speaking

I start cheesing, motherfuck the precinct

The realest nigga I keep pissing these hot heads off without the penicillin

I been a killer since O-Dog was getting audition

Don't push me I'm no simp to get rid of these bitches

It's that simple I hold strength compared to Conan with a four-fifth

Hold it, expose it and put a hole in him the size of a doughnut when I hit him

Grim reaper in denim jean, what I'm seeing: you're life is ending

They higher than a flight attendant when I mention they start shitting

An OG with a hitman's pension

[Chorus: Bizarre]

I keep it a hundred

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]

I'm the one who put the G back in G-Unit

I know a lot of G's nigga you ain't it

Stop claiming that you that when you ain't this

I come through, niggas backed up, you ain't shit

Put my hand on the Bible, swear I'm the truth

Got my hand on this rifle, support the troops

Black gloves, black mask can't provide the proof

I'm in the D with 12 niggas riding for Proof

Kidd Kidd, the same nigga, ask about me

Type of nigga to hit you, make a rap about it

Then sit down with fifty and let him laugh about it

Smile in your momma face while she sad about it

I don't bang colors but I'm very violent

No pics, my gun got American flag around it

Anybody can get it just let me know who want it

If they're riding, I'm riding, one hundred or nothin'

[Verse 4: Young Buck]

I'm raw, I wake up just to break the law

Bizarre, I just threw my baby momma out the car

One hundred, shots to a nigga face, he shouldn't have done it

Hit him in his main artery just to keep him from runnin'

Jack Daniels and this forty with this black handle

I got powder and pills all in my door panel

Barricaded in these bricks looking at door cameras

And any time, breaking news, I be on your channel

I tell the Pope I sell dope, I got no manners

Fuck a rich bitch broke, I got no standards

Fuck your birthday, I don't even blow candles

I'm just looking out for them police cars with no antenna

[Chorus: Bizarre]

I keep it a hundred