Target Practice (feat. Bad Lucc)

Uh... Wassup... Show these niggas how the west was won...

Yeah... if you don't know my name by now

Just call me any rapper, could get it

Any month, any week, any day, any minute

I'm knocking ballers off of their pivot in this scrimmage

They painting pictures with no description

Like a witness, who took an oath of no snitching

Mind ya business, like the best entrepreneur, I be diminished

By the metaphor, in the following sentence

I told you I does it a dozen times, you must of thought I was lyin'

Yeah I'm nice but I'm not too kind

So dope I can say the same line two times

So dope I can say the same line two times

I don't care about your age, your creed, or color

The squares in your circle or the angles you covered

If you in front of your girl, your cousin or mother

I spread your ass out in the street like butter

You got your toast, well I'm on a quip with a quote

So a bullet leaving your chamber's like a word that I spoke

Soul brother number dos, I'm a breathe in hundred's smoke

Driven down central by a nigga in some Loc's

Never going back to Cali cause the nigga never leave

Even when I'm out the state, you see me, you see L.A

And ain't nobody fucking with me, like a virgin with Klamydia

Recognize, Top Dawg familiar

Yeah... it's so amazing guru

Jazzmatazz, the sound thinking of yoo-hoo

Scrap, I'm going all in, it's the top dog

With them Top Dawgs, nigga I'm not your

Average rhyme, put together, the architects

Build raps, sell 'em his starter kits, the beast boy

Fat boy get confused with monster

Bury niggas like Contra, I'm your savior

Don't call that man upstairs, cause if them stares

Compare to me, look you shook like Mobb and them

Been say, dark as Sinkay

Be hell to fate, I've been great, ya dig?

How could he, rap was such a force

When I've been doing this since car hard jackers that figured four rock

More problem, gangster, goblin

Still in this tower with no robin, get that?

Stacks in my jeans, yeah they know the deal snoopy

Lovin' big bitches but they don't fit in my two seat

Turnt the heater and bang, like my niggas from the hunters

Shout out Bubble, what up Getta

Sticking to my plans, rap for my fans

Hootchie, lent that groupie that dick, get a Trans

With no album, no show, got 'em golo

Been about the turf since Merf was on the ocho

Thugging like amone, word to the chrome

Lights excite bike, I'm rushing to the throne

Spitta, fat nigga jerking like he skinny

New era Henny and a new pair of pennies

I'm off my rocker, niggas do me nada

Proud but still in my pradas, ya bitch

Bad Lucc see me now, yeah that's what's up

We the West, it's what's up, ya dig?

Aiming out the cannon of bazookas

100 ways to fuck you, over, no Karma Sutra

West coast till my death bed, cutting up

Somebody fucking with Mr. Edward Scissorhands

I've been the man before you've been the man

And I've been the man's equilibrium until it's worrisome

Aiming for his gut like Caesarians

Throw me in aquariums, I bet I'll grab a shark

Snatch out his heart, freeze it then preserve it in a jar

I'm all these niggas bumping like stickers at the end of a car

Aka K Dot commit a sin, press record

I kill 'em every time, this ain't a free verse

This a crime, you rehearse, or duck the bomb

Big ass W, and I throw it up like powder in the hands of Lebron, nigga what?

Compton on my raider cap, oh wait, no wait

But we want our spot back, then go nuts

Somebody hand me their jockstrap, I ball everywhere

Pure beast, a bear couldn't even bear

Royal flush, like the feds rolling up

And I fuck with Bad Lucc but never broke a mirror

Yeah, it's like that for you other coasts

I'm right back in the '87 regal, and the people watch

My wheels peel, like it's Motrin

I'm a headache for pete's sake, you cheapskates

Can never out do me, or better yet do us

Water's run deep, and you fucking around with scuba

Divers with riders sticking their hand inside the cooler

I live in a iceberg, you telling me you cooler?

I'm living my dreams and I can kill Freddy Kruger

Bout to run the game in some ran down Pumas

And my name Mr. K Almighty, try to low ball

But she speaks only highly, try me, Q

Let's see how many do it

Put your hands up now, let's see how many truant

Lying to the people, know you want for your doings

Good with this rap talk, I'm kinda speaking fluent

Influenced by cocaine, gats, and my dickies

Life in the '50's, swisher sweet wrapped in a sticky

Malt liquor stuffed up in paper bags, got me sparked up

First nigga act up, he getting choked up

Locced up, only seeing .45 from the jeans

You see a nigga work from the spleen, you naw mean?

I be the truth, if I'm not, you be holding your tooth

Blessed or not I might bring hell in the booth

Hallelujah Lord Jesus, wish Pac was here to see this

All these niggas sucking penis, straight fag, take a dick

Up in they ass for cash, why most in their chains for jags

You heard about them L.A. niggas

Catch ya ass, strip you out of your Pelham nigga

While I'm doing it, screaming out "L.A. nigga!"

Stay with your mouth, something like the L.A. sinner

T.D. enter-, you don't even get this sinner

Dumb muthafuckas, cause a ruckus, y'all suckas

Boss nigga, Schoolboy got a problem to solve

Top Dawg, y'all under the paw

The new shit like swine flu, covered in sores

Told ya..

Holding up a W, nigga you ain't loving us?

We ain't loving you, fuck what you're going through

Rock got a point to prove, this ain't your average 16

This a death blow, you running outta petro-

Don't have enough gas, to last with this metro

Don't have enough cash to blast with this Rambo

.45 tucked in my boxers, yeah we slang iron

Fuck around and box ya, Y city shots-a

Welcome to the land of the choppers

Nickerson gardens you better watch us

Ready for the drive-by, on the roof snipe out ya driver

Run around straight to the car, leave no survivors

That's how we get down, you don't wanna sit down

Better take cover when you see us in your tizzown

West Coast takeover, give the game a makeover

The end is near, you fake rappers, your day's over

Red fitted when I step in the place

White t, black jeans, boo yah on my waist

Yeah.. it's the rock, not over, get it right dawg

Fuck a rap battle, fuck around and get your life lost

Lay the clip off, bust until the hammer break

Knock your head off, when I aim it at your face

That's that gutter rap, show you where the gutter at

When it's beef time we gon' bring it where your mother at