Cowboy Bebop

[Chorus: Xre The God]

(Ya Aye) Father, son, protect yo life

And keep that gun, Its one on me its one on him

Its two for one's, Ain't shootin' fades

Fuck it bro might back out blades

[Adlib: QualiCapone] "Back out blades!"

[Verse: Xre The God]

Like, Move militant, Strong niggas only multiply

In due diligence, Long live my niggas them

Type mad, when I start thinking bout them old times and

The better years start settlin'

So blind won't shed tears, So I keep my images peddalin

No sleep need medicine for my worst days

When I'm drowning, Cursed days when I think I'm Him

Bottling up my anger, Battlin' all these strangers

I could put you on game, like Shit was never about fame

[Adlib: QualiCapone] "It was never bout that fame"

"Cuzo know I got Racks, Cuzo know I got aim."

[Verse 2: Xre The God]

Cuzo Know I got a toaster, Choppa' leave him comatosin

Whippin' up potions, She gotta up my dosage

Slick as butter, Hoe I'm smooth like lotion get to the bag

And multiply to the sky, "Do or Die" tell me the omen

Listen to all of dem niggas who spittin' that game

Then punch a fuckin cheat code in

[Verse 3: QualiCapone]

I do that shit when I go in, I really just had to stay

Away from that hoe shit, Me n Cuz got it

It's up in motion, Pullup right there & I stay with a toaster

[Melody: QualiCapone]

Good-Bye Im on the road, Yea I feel...

Trapped inside another place

Yea I feel, Trapped inside another place

Then they say I failed never that

On this road don't make mistakes

Yea I feel... Trapped insisde another place

[Chorus: Xre The God]

Father, son, protect yo life

And keep that gun, Its one on me its one on him

Its two for one's, Ain't shootin' fades

Fuck it bro might back out blades

[Adlib: QualiCapone] "Back out blades!

[Verse 4: Xre The God]

Nigga what be the moves, Know how I'm steppin'

Pussy go pick up a weapon, Ain't gotta have shit I'm reppin'

To much pain in the message, Nicotine when I'm stressin

[Adlib: QualiCapone] "MBK GANG!" "MBK GANG!"

Ain't no ranch but I'm dressin, Shame me first don't test it

30-6 I'll stretch him, MBK MAFIA RECORDS

Ain't no harm we just reckless

I got some bars'll leave niggas breathless

Jitt can't rap, (like) Fuck off the setlist

I bet niggas dead thinkin its pressure

Wishin the worst, He talk like Aladdin

I could see how niggas think its a lecture

Oodas on Oodas like baby I'm extra

Oodles and Noodles like I get the check first

Tippin the scales, I played with the tech first

Catching a L but I get him wet First

Gettin them sales and stackin the bread first

Living in hell I pray to repent

For the Fuck shit, Lay where you shit bro niggas is buggin

[Adlib Outro: QualiCapone] "Woah woah woah"