Batter Up - Intellectual

[Intro]

Turn them lights off, fool

2100

Hahaha

Ayy, Goon

These niggas really mad I'm in my bag, dawg

Oh, East Side, look, haha

Look

[Verse 1]

Ain't no offense but you can't sit with us

Unless you been on reckless missions out that tinted truck

Like sixty ten and hoes we fuck, push all the drip in her

I'm what they recommending, bitch, I'm fuckin' up the city

And lately I been second guessing shit, I'm too uncertain

Devil really working, my opposition's lurking

Fuck 'em, I ain't worried, he told me he gon' murk me

What's wrong with your murkin'? I be in my city surfing

It's murder on my mind, gang slidin' through these trenches, driftin'

Fuck a peace treaty, I'm politicking, chippin'

These rapper ass niggas pay attention, listen

Boy I'm really outside official

I swear to God I'm tired of you niggas, I done had enough

I been cracking, boy, you just turning your savage up

I fucked your bitch and she was somethin' that I rather fuck

Whole squad play ball, nigga, batter up, batter up

If you bang for the fame, you can't bang with my gang

I heard they pressed you, had you changing your name

I knock him down, he thought he came for the fade

With the game if I came in a dangerous way, nigga

[Chorus]

I see you niggas actin' strange with me

I ain't trippin', I be tippin' with that thing with me

He say he gang but he ain't really

'Cause he ain't with me, I got gang with me

Oh, I got gang with me (2100), I got gang with me

Oh, I got gang with me, I got gang with me

[Verse 2]

Look, and you can best believe they troopin' if they came with me

I got Goonie with the Ruger, I got Snay with me

Fuckin' guppies, whole squad full of suckers

I'ma pluck 'em, sittin' duck 'em, they gon' think I had the K with me

No I don't do no recruiting, you can't hang with me

Gotta squabble, nigga, losses, I can't name any

We was in that four door, I think the Volvo

It's time I expose niggas lyin'

'Cause I'm so sick and tired of these niggas, I done had enough

I been crackin', boy, you just gettin' your savage up

I fucked your bitch and she was somethin' that I had to fuck

Whole squad play ball, nigga, batter up, batter up

I hang with the demons, play for the keeps

Gang language I speak to my real Crip streeters

I bleed it, he ain't talking facts, don't believe him

Ask him, I'm activist, facts when I'm speakin'