St. Louis. S-T-L-O-U-I-S
St. Louis, sent to lyrically obliterate you in seconds
St. Louis. S-T-L-O-U-I-S
S-T-L-O-U-I-S. Rep until I lose my breath
St. Louis. S-T-L-O-U-I-S
St. Louis, sent to lyrically obliterate you in seconds
St. Louis. S-T-L-O-U-I-S
S-T-L-O-U-I-S. Rep until I lose my breath
(Haiku, what up? Yea, Yea, Yea)
Professional shit talker, clip sparker, sick author
With a bitch like Ms. Parker. Don’t start up
Dummy flow, I ride on the short bus
Remember everything that them OGs taught us
From the era of Starters
I’m talking jackets with the symbol on the wrist
I don’t spend dough on a bitch. If she ain’t mine then she ain’t s-
I’m just doing my 1, 2, whatever I want to
Monogamy a problem for me because I want 2
Difference between a threesome and lettin' these niggas run you
Know the difference. Hoes be trippin'. I’m cold, indifferent
Don’t throw a jab if you don’t know the distance
All my partners just old and crippin', 60s and ignorant
Ain’t no pump faking now
If you gon’ be the shooter better take a foul
Put it all on the line, nigga make it now
Hit the stage with the encore and take a bow
Take the (bow), cause you’re coming up short
What you thought the streets wasn’t gonna report?
You’re singing on the stand when you go in that court
'Cause you’re trying to be the man when you’re really that boy
St. Louis guillotine, niggas cutthroat
Bodies in the Mississippi take a float
Rims on the old school, that’s fasho
Catch a Louie nigga slippin', that’s a no
Murder Mo Murder for anything to get to the dough
Paper low, hustle up your homies and kick in the door
Okay, pray God comes for you when the curtain calls
We’ve done been down, been there back against the walls
Psycho niggas been in the room with the padded walls
That’s the KKK hidin' behind the law nigga
Still make that money do a somersault, acrobat
Shorty say he’s ‘bout that action nigga, roger that
Just took another loss, I’ma make it back
Calhoon the type to say whatever I mean, never take it back
Shorty drop it low and throw it back like a quarterback
Make your DJ run it back when this creeps through your cul de sac
Your boy was born and raised inside a city that was full of hate
That hustle knockin', pocket watchin', I will not participate
I was trained to demonstrate, so please do not test
Stay out our way, I just chill with Imo’s and grape Vess
(You know how G do it)
Different strokes for different folks
I dip and dab with different quotes
My pen and pad’s been kickin' ass since Central Catholic, I’m a pro
Prime Time, I tippy toe, with a fine dime, I stick and go
Trying Mai Tais in the High-Rise
How time flies when you’re sippin' slow
I remember throwin' elbows at the Beeno by my damn self
Ridin' dolo, my Polo stayed striped up, no damn ref
Tuesdays at Spruill’s, whole hood had tools on their damn belt
Or at St. Nick on my skate shit
Watching thick chicks roll by their damn self
At the Limelight I got my mind right, all the yellow chicks
But at Candela it was way better
‘Cause the dark girls they was hella thick
You’re welcome for this road trip, we’re still the best to do it
Just say your grace and be safe when you come through St. Louis
Ya dig?
(Yea) It's "St. Louis vs Errbody"
If you ain't with us, you're an Arch Enemy
Red and blue, niggas wear it proudly
Get your head shot like you’re John Kennedy
White sheets cover dead bodies
Fam cry a lot, pouring lots of Hennessy
Everyday's like a job not to get boxed in by this dark energy
Lots of killers that spark willingly
Beefin' with squares like White Castle
My flow’s so damn advanced, it’s futuristic like time travel
Every line tactful. Bomb bash you
Whole fam nice. Even moms will thrash you
You can lose your soul in a rhyme battle
And the crime will leave the One-Time baffled
(Okay) guns here go blam boom
Cops shoot, don’t you damn move
Dawg, it’s so dangerous here (What?) that even the Rams moved
It get hotter than Cancun. It’s a jungle here. Baboons
Lions, snakes, Shamu in these oceans. Stay in the damn pool
When the cops come you better act cool
'Cause they'll pull the pistol for a parking ticket
They'll squeeze 2, and you'll bleed blue
Bullets bob and weave through your Cardinal fitted
When nights falls it gets awful wicked
Got to move with caution so we're not statistics
But every morning I'm optimistic, ‘cause that's just how it is in
St. Louis. S-T-L-O-U-I-S
St. Louis, sent to lyrically obliterate you in seconds
St. Louis. S-T-L-O-U-I-S
S-T-L-O-U-I-S. Rep until I lose my breath
St. Louis. S-T-L-O-U-I-S
St. Louis, sent to lyrically obliterate you in seconds
St. Louis. S-T-L-O-U-I-S
S-T-L-O-U-I-S. Rep until I lose my breath