Two One Two - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]

Rightttttttt

These fuck boys be wanksters

I don't really know who what, filled them tanks up

Comin' through like they wan' front, get them spanked up

They must really think our guns filled with blanks huh?

Like black ain't got strap in the lobby

Like a mosh pit, guaranteed catchin' a body

You know my set foul ever since we was snotty

You know 9/11 niggas stay catching them hommeys uh

So what you gon' say?

All you dudes talk tuff all your dudes don't play

Well I don't believe that shit, I think you're Crews blades

And we expose you niggas if you come our way

So don't play with me son

The Kush God, never bite the hand you eat from

The rap world, still don't get it, they sleep son

Either that or the nigga just really dumb

But fuck that, I'm just making my runs

Downtown Harlem nigga, get it poppin' with anyone

Them niggas can't talk cause they don't get any funds

And they bread tight as they denim come

But they can't last with the heathens

I be on the block sour D'in'

And then them cops caught me sleepin'

I guess that joint gettin' eaten

I'm from the 212

I'm on the Downtown side, what you wan' do?

I got my joint lit. And I'm faded too

But watch for the black Impala when they come through

Cause they high blowers. Known for fucking 'round with the high rollers