Menace

[Julius]
Yo, this the type of shit that you ain't up on
This the type of shit that we grew up on
Type of shit that killers play in they whip, so loud
When shit's about to go down, so lames get the fuck on
Animal's on the loose, you shoulda left us in the cage
The Shoes dope as fuck and I rep us my in J's
I’m steppin' in this place, heckler to the K in my possession
You can head for the exit, I'm excellent with aim
But I don't need a weapon on my waist
I'mma wear a catcher's mitt around my head and shit to represent I'm catchin' nigga's fades
Vampire but present in the day
I got a sword on my hip, I'm so Wesley with the blade
I'm hesitant to raise hell for the hell of it
Write agressive shit, my pen have to wrestle with the page
Explosive when I'm steppin' on the stage
The same thing happens that happens when pins ejected from grenades
Lames gettin' rich is a crime and crime definitely pays
If skill paid bills your shit would never get paid
I don't act all rich, bury my money in the backyard, bitch
I give these Presidents a grave
On the streets we roll mayne, trynna get the lettuce
Better get the change or I'll behead whoever's in the way
A hustler, never been afraid
About bizz 24/7, my week got 7 business days
And uh, nigga I don't give a fuck and I never did
I live by these words, rhetoric next to residents
Your bitch finna get headbutted, [all I ever lend?]
But I use my F'in dick, give her head a F'in dick
So it's evident that a fella hit hella sick
Y'all auction off lies but I never bid
We the type you don't bet against
If you bet against us, you better get some sense and bet again

[Demetrius]
I'm O-Dog and Menace from Quahog to Venice
I hoped y'all would diss us then I hoped God forgive us
Since I broke all the laws given in the Ten Commandments
When I go off on niggas, spittin' so raw and vicious
The minute you diss us it's finna snowball on niggas
Cuz I'm finna give my bros all a rollcall on niggas
Crooked and the Shoe Gang is Voltron on niggas
We can eclipse the sun, I guess that don't dawn on niggas
I'm a West Coast crimin-iminiz-al
Like bruh-man from the fifth flo' I’m in your window
Now here's an innuendo
I put a mistletoe over my dick when I was with your bitch
I hope she get that hint though
I'm bumpin' Crooked I, glidin', slidin'
Through the West side and packin' that heat ridin'
Step into my mind, let me take you on a trip
I'm nothin' but a hollow tip comin' up out the clip
When I break records you can't set the record straight
I break records like DJs, you gon' catch it late
I'll text a hater "SMH"
That mean I just skeeted now I'm shakin' my dickhead on your ex's face
This game is backwards, that's why I keep the chrome lit
If skills paid bills, me and my niggas would be Jigga and Lil Boosie would be homeless
You fans on the wrong dick and makin' rappers famous that don't even write they own shit
Fuckin' with killers, you and your niggas'll be dead
The tip of this bullet is my point, get it through your head
I'm a nigga spittin' lead, I'm a gun myself
Nigga, I'm just doin' me and I've outdone myself