Open Season (Hold It)

Verse 1

Uh Let me spark a "J" |
Grow trees like it's arbor day |
Don't even bother Veigh |
I know niggas that push that white girl longer than Oskido did Tamara dey |
U know the modern day shooter lets the cannon bust |
Cannot trust cats if they recruit niggas that can't adjust |
Fair enough a few of them got mad at us | even with a noose around their neck they couldn't hang with us |
I'm back by popular demand |
Streets still love me they like papi u
The man |
Boy u ain't cursed your team sloppy with the plan |
Like an old age nurse u find me outchea moving grams |
Show me the rands before he chop it |
Feelin' my self like a nigga that lost his wallet |
She saw me cop it my nigga with
No deposit |
Yeah she know the boy is hot shit....

Hook

I dabble with the devil but I keep it cautious
I'm hackling the Opps boy i give em problems |
I gamble with the rebels yall be leaking nauseous
And I'm sipping
On this blue magic
Oh and I'm dippin
Smoking on a blunt like a limousine
Simmer down miss me with that energy
Don't mistake me for a nigga with some patience
I'm your Uncle Rukus nigga no relation
No negotiation.... Yeh

Verse 2

Got a true bond to Marie Jane |
A nigga dope, u know I move pot from day to day |
A new plot to save the day...
Way I got crack coming out my mouth you'd think that I was Snoop Dogg on Training Day |
Listen boy u too soft to play with Veigh |
Safe to say that u ain't got it like that |
U ain't about it, u ain't pop it like that... So don't push it B |
Malice in my heart and I ain't even fond of Pusha T |
Plus I got a Gunna on the side if u
Pushing P |
Look... Don't even fuck with Ras...
But incase if u want to |
Muslim or NOT, look ain't no place u could run (Quran) to |
We get ready to hunt u |
U get ready to subdue
We came in here with machetes and guns too |
Yeah... and we came in a bunch too |
Cause we about the book that's related to Sun Tsu |

Hook

I dabble with the devil but I keep it cautious
I'm hackling the Opps boy i give em problems
I gamble with the rebels yall be leaking nauseous
And I'm sipping
On this blue magic
Oh and I'm dippin
Smoking on a blunt like a limousine
Simmer down miss me with that energy
Don't mistake me for a nigga with some patience
I'm your Uncle Rukus nigga no relation
No negotiation.... Yeh