Stay In Yo Lane

[Intro]
Look! Let me tell you something one time! You motherfuckers think we just out here playing games? Fuck that shit! Like we just out here chasing fame? Fuck no! You think we do this shit for fun? Hell no! We really do this shit! We bleed for this shit! Uh huh. Blood and tears for this shit! Uh huh. Stay in yo lane! Stay in yo motherfuckin' lane!

[Chorus: Ant G]
Don't think you can make the moves or try to do what we do (Try to do what we do, yeah yeah)
Cuz the level of the elevation where we'rе at, it's out of your view (Yeah yeah, it's out of your viеw)
Y'all better stay in yo lane!
Cuz when you at this altitude it's hard to reach, hard to breathe, hard to teach
Y'all better stay in yo lane! And you ain't about that life or what it takes
Fuck you fakes, pump your brakes, let the real ones through

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
I can hear the ooze, red coming out the background
No matter what they say, I won't back down
Now take this bag and run it, time on the block don't get refunded
I'm in this game and the pain it brings is never overrated
My name's at stake, make no mistake, never been so motivated
To crush my rivals, pass the Bible, blow these pistols homie
What? He don't want to come to this? Don't want to leave your family lonely
It's what it is, stay in yo lane and mind your biz
If you don't, I'll turn to an asshole so quick
Give you problems that you don't want

[Verse 2: Frank Nitty]
Team fall down and I bounce back twice
This crap a natural, I'm just rollin' the dice
My life raising raps, I'm just holdin' the mic
And I deal the underground 'cause I do what I like
And I've been there, done that, I pushin’ mad raw
Call mad shots and I broke down laws
And I kick down walls, overcame my flaws as I attack like Jaws
And I'm good when it comes to the pressure (Pressure)
I had to endure all the pain (Pain)
It's good when you walk in the sunshine (Sunshine)
But how do you do when it rains?
I go to the level that none of y'all seen for the green
Nod off lean and I'm servin' the fiends
I'm a black Charlie Sheen, so stay in yo lane
You can't fuck with my team, touchin' nuts is a dream
Keep it clean!

[Chorus: Ant G]
Don't think you can make the moves or try to do what we do (Try to do what we do, yeah yeah)
Cuz the level of the elevation where we're at, it's out of your view (Yeah yeah, it's out of your view)
Y'all better stay in yo lane!
Cuz when you at this altitude it's hard to reach, hard to breathe, hard to teach
Y'all better stay in yo lane! And you ain't about that life or what it takes
Fuck you fakes, pump your brakes, let the real ones through

[Verse 3: Big Hoodoo]
Since the beginning I never had limits, never been timid
Always been solid, it ain't no gimmick
I always been 'bout it, I flip in a minute
On whoever doubted, my clip is extended
Don't leave home without it, my aim is phenomenal
Brain or abdominal? It ain't the grave better pray for the hospital
You ain't in my lane, you ain't even an obstacle
I am a vet, I am a threat
They pray for my death but it ain't happen yet
I don't play disrespect
My gang just bang like they claiming the set
It ain't no Blood and a Crip, it just thuggin' and drippin'
You muggin' and trippin', I'm dumping the clip in
No game when I'm flippin', my lane never slippin'
My name ever mentioned, you coming up missin'

[Verse 4: ABK]
Comin' through like a four legged stallion
Poundin', stay in yo lane, stop houndin'
Sounding like you want to bring that smoke
Hanging with the real 'cause we all too broke
You a joke if you think that we ever gonna quit
So hot with the rhymes all I got when I spit
Ain't no way you can say I ain't got no heart
O.G. on the block from the start (Bitch!)
Makin' moves like a maniac psycho
Keep puttin' haters in my face and I might go blaaoww!
Tell me how you like me now
'Cause I always recognize a fake smile (Motherfucker)
Been in the game long enough to know war
Chief of the underground, say no more
Watch us soar, straight hardcore
Bullet to the brain, hung with a mic cord

[Chorus: Ant G]
Don't think you can make the moves or try to do what we do (Try to do what we do, yeah yeah)
Cuz the level of the elevation where we're at, it's out of your view (Yeah yeah, it's out of your view)
Y'all better stay in yo lane!
Cuz when you at this altitude it's hard to reach, hard to breathe, hard to teach
Y'all better stay in yo lane! And you ain't about that life or what it takes
Fuck you fakes, pump your brakes, let the real ones through

[Verse 5: DJ Clay]
I got this flu 'cause I'm sick of these dick-riders
Crossing lines 'cause you tryna be insiders
But the fact is that the whole road's mine
So I'm floatin' bitch with no brake lines
I'm ashamed of what this game just became
It's fuckin' lame but if I'm frank then all y'all stank
Now we can fight 'cause what I'm sayin' (Bitch)
Put one foot in one of my shoes (Uh)
Put in dudes where I put in my dues (Uh)
Couldn't see success right behind you (Uh)
Now you left in the dark like a blind dude (Yeah)
I'm rockin' with all of the best (Aye)
Take a look at who's all on the track (Aye)
All of these artists are blessed (Yup)
Yeah, we call it the underground crash

[Verse 6: Bam Beda]
Bam Beda! Move bitch or I'm running you over
Nigga stay in yo lane or pull off to the shoulder
Sunday drivin' ass niggas get left with a odor
When I slide roll by lettin' off the toaster (Do do do)
Homicide gon' ride askin' who’s the toter
Ain't nobody here shit just a lot of motor (Yup)
Then I go and get bliss, ain't allowed to be sober
All I spit is real shit never battle a poser
Punk fakin' ass niggas need to use your brakes (Skrrt)
'Fore I take some anger out and I use your face
Boy, this a traphouse, you can't use the place (Naw)
I ain't eye-ballin' shit, I'ma use the skates (Yup)
I need every little bit when it come to this paper
I need every little cent, even scraping the shake
I need every little bitch as she come with that face
I need every single hustle 'cause it come with the stakes

[Chorus: Ant G]
Don't think you can make the moves or try to do what we do (Try to do what we do, yeah yeah)
Cuz the level of the elevation where we're at, it's out of your view (Yeah yeah, it's out of your view)
Y'all better stay in yo lane!
Cuz when you at this altitude it's hard to reach, hard to breathe, hard to teach
Y'all better stay in yo lane! And you ain't about that life or what it takes
Fuck you fakes, pump your brakes, let the real ones through

[Verse 7: Lyte]
You ain't in my lane, sorry bitch, you gotta deal with it
Monstar eatin' good, motherfucker I'm the meal, dig it
I feel gifted, real wicked, that's how we still kickin'
Look at how the skill thickened, better just chill pimpin'
Holler at my dogs like "Kill sick' 'em" (Hoo)
And I body 'em all, yes I kill victims (Grr)
And I give it to 'em raw, got an ill symptom (Agh)
And I'm banging on your skull, I'ma drill wisdom, real system
Listen, I ain't trippin', I got product to move (Hustle)
Then I double the profit and then I pocket the loot (Ooh)
'Cause I'm in the Bahamas blowin' marijuana
While you at the bottom, bitch I'm headin' right up outta your view
And I gave you the map, you didn't route that right (Ouch)
Ask him who the best is, they gon' shout back Lyte (Lizzle)
So motherfuckers don't go thinkin' you can do what we do
'Cause the real reality is you ain't 'bout that life

[Verse 8: Kung Fu Vampire]
When a Monstar brings in the Kung Fu Vamp
Y'all already know what it is, champ
I am your favorite rapper, a sacred decapper
I’ll grapple your face with no anger
Knowin' that I be dangerous, young legend with a vengeance
Whole room freeze, cryogenics chamber
When I'm makin' my entrance I aim with a sharp fang
Undead redemption emphasis
I am the emperor of this wicked shit
So slept on 'cause I'm way up in the clouds
In my own lane, 1986 DeLorean
And if I'm ignorin' ya, valedictorian Gregorian
Done chant through the auditorium, I'll burn your city, yeah
Up in the driver's seat I'm spreading my seed
Phenomenal energy, living legend of the century