2012 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 6

[Intro: DMX]
Double R and we get down for life
Let a nigga know it could go down tonight
From the tops of our heads to tips of our toes
What! We're untouchable

[Verse 1: Mook]
Look, check, look
It's Murder Mook, [?] other rappers garbage
Ironic they expecting that the chain sayin' nonsense
Being honest, they should never let your records play
They shouldn't let y'all in the booth on election day
Speaking of that, it's sad
'cause Republicans holding the jobs to make Obama look bad
If they wanna borrow five [?]
So I say if they Ochocinco, my advice, don't ever [?]
I spit elegance, jump if you want
Whip elephant, big body, the trunk in the front
How you wanna stunt [?] finish payment?
That's ass backwards, abbreviate the Social Security Administration
Ha, look at Mook Zuckerberg in the [?]
Tryna win from [?] cross ventilation
Caught racket in the club, why the long faces?
I tell 'em, "It's all love," give 'em [?]
'Member days when math teacher teasin' me
Aksing me, "How you throw the mic away so easily
Writing raps, that ain't even gon' get you a GD"
Well, hey Ms [?], look at me now, I'm on BET
Easy, yeah

[Verse 2: Cassidy]
Listen
E'ry time time a person laugh, another person cries
E'ry time a person born, another person dies
The industry is too commercialized
Them dudes in them shirt and ties would do anything to merchandise
The way my pinky ring bling, it'd hurt your eyes
Blur your vision, [?] you squinting, give you the Urkel eyes
I put in work, I don't work a job
But I squeeze the piece, you try to take my Jesus piece, [?]
For the shit I put in work the buy
I grip the racket and cut [?] you dickheads like gettin' circumcised
All of your verses [?], why is you in the booth?
You never been the truth 'cause all the bars [?]
And I like those niggas dressing like hoes
Wearin' tight clothes, wear some pants and a shirt your size lyrically I'll murk you guys
'Cause I'm the shit, the rhymes I spit could keep the grass fertilized
I ain't never lie, I ride with cats that
Got tats of tears under they eyes but they never cry
And they'll let it fly, disconnect your head from your body
Have you looking like the lowercase letter i
I wear clothes you could never buy
My wardrobe above average, you maggots was never fly
You [?] cowards, I can make what's yours ours
If you cross the line like the lowercase letter y
For that cheddar I'll let it blaze
Knock tomato sauce out your meatball, give you spaghetti legs
Better behave, the Eagle under the white tee
If I don't feel you, dawg, I'll kill you, dawg: Mike V
I'm fly from my hat to my Nikes, chicks like me
'Cause my pipe the size of a Arizona Iced Tea
I stay with that white, girl, I'm like Ice-T
But you ain't 'bout that life, you ain't nuttin' like me
Never, your money short like Spike Lee
The boy [?] tryna get more cash in
The boy spazzin' and got all the whores
In the crowd of the Hip Hop Awards havin' orgasms
Cassidy

[Verse 3: Eve]
Uh
Ayo, listen, been away but stay in top position
None of y'all can see me, I stay blind to competition
Re—re—revving up my engines, always known to go the distance
In my lane there ain't no others that can match up my persistence
Feel good, man, I'm home, queen on the throne
Tell the soldiers wave a flag, make it known
Yeah, I'm in my motherfucking zone, they better leave me alone
I ain't playin' with you kid, man, I'm grown
I still fight like a pitbull, kill like a lioness
Real 'cause I'm hood, why you tryin' it?
Yeah, I be on jets and yachts but still grounded by my block
If I ever have trouble, though, the grimiest
Let me just remind you there's ain't been nuttin' real since I left
I'ma need all this fake shit to catch a death
I do this for my chick, I don't rest, don't stop until you the best
Talk amongst yourselves, I need to take a breath (Uh) (Yeah)

[Verse 4: DMX]
Uh, uh, check it
You can try for that new fight, just can't seem to do right
Can't fuck with the big dog, niggas jeans are too tight
Been doing this for too long, plus dog is too strong
To let you cats wipe me off the map with a new song
And you know you wrong for trying that shit there
Yeah, a nigga went there, all you did was sit there
Been rappin' for twenty years and you twenty-years old
X is back on the block, you'll be lucky if you go gold
It's a new sheriff in town, just been re-elected
You ain't gotta like it, but respect it, check it
Get it in 'til a nigga wins with the dividends
And we gon' walk these dogs 'til the bitter end
You like, "Oh, it's him again," you knew that's how you felt
What's that? Pussy? I knew that's how you smelt
Don't fuck with cats 'cause cats is pussy
And niggas been pussies since you was in pussy
You can put on a vest but I'ma still stop ya
Cause I got a choppa that sound like a Helicopter
Niggas really don't want me to pop the trunk
You gon' either drop or slump when I cock and dump
Whether the Glock or pump, cats ain't ready
Hacked from here to here, lookin' like spaghetti
Pull out the machete, hack off the limbs
Bag up the pieces, wipe off the Timbs
Jump up in the Benz, five cars deep
Four o'clock in the morning, riders don't sleep
Shut shit down whenever we hits town
"Give a nigga a pass" that ain't my get down
You could bring out the best or bring out the worst
If you bring out the worst they gon' bring out the hearse
Niggas play poker, but I play poke her
Hit em from ear-to-ear, make 'em smile at the Joker