Next Hype (Vocal)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm still about (Temps)

Don't watch the hype (Man, next hype!)

This is for my fans, dem, you get me? (Next hyper tune)

All mans still spitting is a ting, you get me?

What kind of things that you have

When I find out, don't expect me to stop

I'll come for the P's that you stack

And come for all the food that you block

Better hand over the bag

Your boys don't wanna see you shot

If I kick down the door to your flat

Damn, know I'll clear our your house on the spot

(Clear!) All the things in your house

(Clear!) All the things in your fridge

(Smash!) All your plates or your rack

(Clear!) All your kids' toys

(Clear!) All your CD rack

Won't get none of your CDs back

Drag off your curtain rail from your wall

Kick off your HD TV from the stand

Run up on stairs into rooms

Flip the mattress and search for the cash

Make man look down the barrel of a mash

It's not worth your life, just cough up the scratch

It's too late to lock up the latch

I can smell the crow, just pull out the batch

I'm not here to cotch or relax

And drink your wine, here, just pull out the bags

Half the herd drop guys

Guys try hitting me, I don't know why

Backs, packs man straight in his eyes

They float me, I was looking at the sky

Aw, now I have to go blind

That boy there, I swear he kill or die

You're not bad, you're a mug, don't think you're a guy

When I slap man, you won't be alright

Catch man on a field flying his kite

Run man down on the grass with a knife

Watch as his friends disperse outta sight from afar

I can hear screams from his wife

Run after man, let me draw for his life

Blood's pouring, I got stains off the knife

Leave guys dead in the field over night

I'm sick, when I dream, I won't think of dem twice

What do you know about the all-star parts?

Don't wanna see man driving his car

Hide behind tints, pull the leng in the car

I jumped out the car, put the leng to his heart

I said, "Get out the car!"

I said, "This ain't a par!"

I smashed the window, dragged man out the car

(Drapes!) Get out the car!

If you don't get out the car

Don't wanna see man shooting a star

You better not dare me now

I don't care if you got friends in your car

Light up your whip and all you are sparks

Watch some of dem roll out of the car

Run down the road, I'm chasing them far

Why didn't they comply from the start?

Tryna hype up on the mic

While I spray my bars on the mic

(Slap!) Don't hype up on the mic

(Kick) now who here wants to fight?

Strangle man with the microphone lead

Backs mans head with the side of the mic

Shy mans face, I'm not taking it light

Drag man down to the floor out spite

Half the herd drop guys

Guys try hitting me, I don't know why

Backs, packs man straight in his eyes

They float me, I was looking at the sky

Aw, now I have to go blind

That boy there, I swear he kill or die

You're not bad, you're a mug, don't think you're a guy

When I slap man, you won't be alright

Catch man on a field flying his kite

Run man down on the grass with a knife

Watch as his friends disperse outta sight from afar

I can hear screams from his wife

Run after man, let me draw for his life

Blood's pouring, I got stains off the knife

Leave guys dead in the field over night

I'm sick, when I dream, I won't think of dem twice

Pulling out lengs everywhere

Don't know we got the shot one day

Boy man down for the side of the stairs

See that man try to run over there

Run after man, chase man over there

Off the railings, hit man over there

Why?! Straight off of there

I looked up the sight, now he's down dead

So I come downstairs

Now who are fuck around in here

Stay down, keep your ass to the ground

Don't then I'll shoot off your head top clear

No, it was a war last year

This year it's kicking off right here

This year it's kicking off right here

Dun know we got the shotgun there

If I go make me a mask

Now I see who boyed off the ting

Run after man, now boy off the ting

Hop the railings, now boy off the ting

Why?! Make me a mask

Now I'll see who boyed off the ting

Run out the bush, young boy off the ting

You're screaming, please don't boy off the ting

Half the herd drop guys

Guys try hitting me, I don't know why

Backs, packs man straight in his eyes

They float me, I was looking at the sky

Aw, now I have to go blind

That boy there, I swear he kill or die

You're not bad, you're a mug, don't think you're a guy

When I slap man, you won't be alright

Catch man on a field flying his kite

Run man down on the grass with a knife

Watch as his friends disperse outta sight from afar

I can hear screams from his wife

Run after man, let me draw for his life

Blood's pouring, I got stains off the knife

Leave guys dead in the field over night

I'm sick, when I dream, I won't think of dem twice

Are you fucking mad!? Next hype!

What? Everyone's asking me when's the next tune

This is the fucking next tune, are you dumb?

Next hype, slew dem, free Chronic, you mad?

Big up Esco, Rage, Shorty Smalls

Slewww dem! '09