Glockappella

[Refrain]
Brother, you've been on my mind
Oh, brother, we've changed over time
So, brother, I'm keeping my eyes on you
I bet you don't think I know nothing but singing the blues
Oh, but brother, have I got news for you
I'm something, and I know you know that I'm something, too
Hahahaha

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah)
(Southside, ho)
Usually, I don't get even into all this battle-rap shit and all that
(Southside, ho)
Y'know'm'sayin'? Shit's stupid
(Southside, fuck nigga)
But I'm gon' address it
(Southside, ho)
And after I get it off my chest, may God bless it, nigga
(Southside, fuck niggas)
I will invest four minutes exactly
(Southside, ho, yeah)
For everyone who had the audacity to attack me

[Verse 1]
I kept quiet, but perhaps I should have pushed this fire quicker
'Cause to just sit with this shit, I've only gotten sicker
Yet I react without even a crack in my composure
With the only way he knows to bring this shit to a closure
I'm worthy, and my associates and I named the South "Dirty" (What!)
And I'm even for sale in Braille, the deaf, dumb, and blind have heard me
But I ain't even breathing until I get an even thirty
I could casually clap up the front of somebody's throwback jersey (Oww!)

[Bridge]
You making me have to talk this way, ain't you? (Ain't you? Ain't you?)
You making me have to talk this way (Boom)
Hmm, you forcing me to walk this way (C'mon)
Maybe my album'll get bought this way

[Verse 2]
Niggas slow down around me (Errr!), I make 'em superstitious (Boom)
And one of my vices used to be wanting to look visually vicious
But instead, I use my head, and I fed niggas something nutritious
But you will appreciate what a sacrifice this is
And I know you ambitious young men—you have my best wishes
Have a piece of this pain on a platter—it's one of my best dishes
When you assassinate my character, not one remark misses
So it's gon' get funky when I'm frying these lil' fishes
Fuck faking! There has been some offense taken (Yeah)
But this itty-bitty beef is beneath me, like bacon (Oh)
But hear me when when I say: I ain't gon' hate you halfway (Uh-uh)
You know me—somebody will surely owe me
When it comes to respect, I only put my family before me (Right)
And the beat riding—tss—oh-so-slowly, but surely
And you in danger
And I'll be strict about straight e'ery one of you niggas like strangers
I'll put bullet holes (Oh) in anything that oppose (Who?)
Through car doors and clothes, amateurs and pros (Who else?)
Hardhead niggas and hoes (Yeah), also friends and foes (Alright)
Let it be known that you'll lose your life fucking around with 'Lo
This is my glockapella (Glockapella)
And I'll be wearing diamonds forever, like I'm signed to Rocafella (Right)
And I'ma bust two times in the sky (Boom, boom)
'Cause ain't nobody around here ready to die (Nuh-uh)
But if it's war that you want, can't but one side win (Boy)
And I'm damn sure ready to try, motherfucker, yeah!

[Break]
Hold on...
Hahahaha (Goddamn)
I'm all off the motherfucking beat, hold on (Talk 'bout it, 'Lo)

[Verse 3]
'Lo crazy, 'Lo'll hurt somebody bad
'Lo crazy, 'Lo'll hurt somebody dad (Man, what?)
Decide to ride down your street and just convert somebody pad (Hey)
You know, as in "house?" Hit somebody's child or somebody's spouse (Whoa)
You see what I'm saying? (See it?) And you know I can be what I'm saying
And I got the most to lose, but you stepping on my shoes (Nigga)
You become a target (Whoa), and will remain a target until you are hit
You done fucked around and found out that Cee-Lo is still down for it
'Cause I ain't scared of you (I ain't scared of you), never been scared of you (Hell, no)
If anything, I'm scared for you because I'm so ahead of you
Take that to the head, brother, 'fore I walk up on your bed, brother (Alright)
And paint you bloody red, brother (Yeah)
You heard what I said, brother?

[Break]
Motherfucker! Hahahaha (I ain't mad at these niggas)
Ah-ha, ah-ha
I tricked you (Fucker!)

[Refrain]
We got a real awful thing going down, getting down
There's a whole lot of talking going 'round (Yeah-eah)
You best believe me before I pack up and move out of town
I will gladly go'n' and Glock one of 'em down (You better believe me)
I said, bring me the funk (Bring it to me)
I want the funk (Bring it to me)
Hey, bring me the funk (Bring it to me)
Give me the funk (Bring it to me)
I said, bring me the funk (Bring it to me, goddamn it)
I can handle the funk (Bring it to me)
Hey, bring me the funk (Bring it to me)
Bring me the funk
Motherfucker! Hunh! (Hahahaha)