Back to the Bars Pt. 2 - Dj Kay Slay, Jon Connor, Styles P

Ayy, yo

It’s DJ Kay Slay, The Drama King

The Living Legend, representin' for the culture

And culture is a way of life

Sheek Louch, set it off

Ayy, yo, peace, Lord, how y’all been?

It’s been a since we talked so I figure let me grab my pen

Basic shit, drinkin' liquor, talkin' shit at the games (Facts)

Couple niggas doin' good but the rest is the same

Still fly, heart emojis and a bunch of flames (Donnie)

I got a shit load of money but I barely do chains

Nice watch, workin' hard, like to sleep on the planes (Uh huh)

When I land, light up and get greeted with brains

Ha, Donnie, the Lionel Richie of the Commodores (Sheek)

For twenty years I been hotter than Bahama floors

O.G., so I was probably in your mama drawers (Ha ha)

Been gettin' money since Ruff Ryder Cash Money tours (Woo)

Dead, and I still let that cannon off

Whole clip, I don’t plan on goin' back and forth

Google me, nigga, ain’t nothin' 'bout me been soft

Sincerely yours, hope this letter make it up north (Sheek)

Swervin' through traffic on the Saw Mill

Headed to Yonkers

Styles P, let’s go

I ain’t have a trap but I had a crack spot

I was movin' black tops playin' black cop

Seen a top on a lap before a laptop

Over bloody money, niggas let the gat pop

If you on the frontline, never back block

Then you better have a gat or be a sasquatch

We was have-nots, now we have knots

Smokin' weed in the hatchback with a glass top

I still pay homage to all the Reaganomics

Flashbacks await, the H’ll make 'em vomit

Pushin' the whip color like SuperSonics

Smokin' Gary Payton while I’m playin' Delfonics

Even when I’m lyin', bitch, I’m bein' honest

I ain’t with the drama but I’m with the honor

You should know that I got the llama

I’m burnin' money and I’m burnin' scama

Cruisin' across the Brooklyn Bridge

Shouts to Marcy’s own Sauce Money

Let’s go

If it’s money on the table, I’ll assault y’all kitchen (Uh)

For niggas with bright ideas, I’ll off y’all switchin' (Uh huh)

Tryna block moves from gettin' Sauce more chicken

Underhanded niggas like they Softball pitchin' (Woo)

You got a job for haters, you better hire 'em swiftly (Come on)

'Cause once we locate 'em, then we expire 'em quickly

I’m the one, akh

Without a gunshot at Curtis

This is how it sounds when you fire at 50 (Woo)

I open-palm haters and suckas get backhands (Yeah)

I pick off emcees to pick on rap fans

You find your stomach shrinkin', let me help you with your thinkin'

Sometimes my punchlines turn into lap bands (Talk to 'em)

Niggas worse than hoes, fuck what he tell she (Fuck 'em)

Sucka for love, niggas want T-L-C

You could keep dreamin', but I’ma keep leanin'

And keep heat steamy while screamin', «Free LG»

Pushin' up that West Side Highway to Harlem

Nino Man, Twelveth Street

Let’s go

Yo, they say I’m the chosen one like Neo

Nah, bitch, I’m Nino

Trapped out the Rio, crack rocks of kilos

Niggas send shots and miss, they better reload

'Cause when I send shots it’s, they gotta relocate

Wait, I move like I’m runnin' late

No time for nobody, I’m sorry, I want the cake

I mean, I’m not even really sorry, I’m bein' fake

I mean, how could you ever be sorry for bein' great?

I mean, they be knowin'

I could slide in they main dame when the baby showin'

Can’t even stay in they own lane and they be bowlin'

Don’t ever loan 'em a damn thing 'cause they be owin'

That’s why they lady hoe’in'

I can’t believe all this hate I see

I got the juice over here, you gotta drink Hi-C

I’m with your boo gettin' head like a state I. D

Look, I could never be fake, I’m me

Nino Man

You know how that bike life go down

One wheel up in the sky up Lenox Ave

Vado, let’s go

Yo, unleash your fingers with pressed keys

Chains on galore before it was just

Be in Hell’s Kitchen cookin' up like the

Off-white shirts lookin' like they 3X tees

Yeah, we now orderin' less weed

Fiends movin' fast on the water like jet skis

I’m the type to eat with you, call for the check, please

'Fore you send your soldier in, make sure you check these

Bitches gettin' kicked to the curb in they best Birken

Move to any county in Jers' except Bergen

Pull up in that Maybach pearl with the red curtain

Ask niggas they networkin' or neck workin'

Tryna cop numbers, I’m hopin' the net workin'

Bus comin' in every day, the connect workin'

Huh, understand the mindstate

Now you could understand the crime rate

Doin' 90 down the turnpike to Philly

RJ Payne, represent, bruh

Payne

Tre Eight snub clean the buildin'

Clip full of slugs, they think it’s Serena Williams

Shit is like a drug, been tryna repeat the feelin'

Termites in a barrel, these bullets’ll eat your ceilin', Payne

Every rhyme is stellar, different kind of fella

Dillinger with the six-pack, the Teyana Taylor

Medusa face on my Versaci, word to Donatella

My chicken got these niggas sick, shit is salmonella

When you this damn special, they can’t catch you

I fight and I shoot, Van Damme and Van Exel

Out the park shit, grand slam, it’s ancestral

Dead a man, them rubber bands, these hands stretch you

Fuck who nice, nigga, who play greater?

Slay said he need a verse, it came two days later

I let these sucka niggas prove they haters

Diss me on Monday, they read about you in the Tuesday paper

Payne

Fresh off a flight front Flint, Michigan

Jon Connor, close it out

Let me just set the record straight

My résumé is the best to date, nigga, let’s debate

Michigan, I’m from the water-is-lead-infested state

Where niggas rather be dead than safe

Starve and dyin' over bread and cake

Judge know he gon' send you to the feds before the lawyer even pled the case

Adrenaline buildin'

Connor back killin' these niggas with Slay

And I know you was missin' that feelin'

They like, «He got a deal and went missin'»

No, he got a deal and they tried to convince him I needed permission to finish

the vision that Allah intended

You got it, I get it

And I will admit it, that Connor just prob’ly ain’t meant for the system

Peep my position

Disappeared and came back like a fuckin' magician

Mad with a swag like you fuckin' my bitches

You thought with the toughest intentions, predicted to tuckin' your dick in

when shit get in sync

Them be the niggas I hate and be talkin' the loudest

See, most of these niggas is cowards

Keep runnin' your mouth and they buyin' fresh caskets and flowers

Warnin', I just took a bottled water shower this mornin'

Flint shit, the reason behind all the passion when I’m recordin'

Pissed off, so I’ma let your bitch fuck me 'til my dick soft

Porn shit, long-ass tube socks and won’t even take my kicks off

If you ask me, the universe gave y’all four years to try to pass me

And now that we back on course, I’m fuckin' y’all over with no remorse

A boss, I own my own shit

Now I ain’t gotta postpone shit

Revolution on my mind like the black fist on the comb pick

It’s finna get ugly

This time they not takin' it from me, this ain’t for the money

This time, I’m fuckin' they bitch while I’m doin' the Dougie

This the preview of the shit I got comin'

Gone