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ScHoolboy Q - Man of the Year
ScHoolboy Q - Man of the Year


ScHoolboy Q - Man of the Year Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Oxymoron
Released: 2013

Man of the Year Lyrics


Y-y-y-yeah

Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It’s a party over here
Shake it for the Man of the Year
Uh ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce

Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It’s a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce

Yeah, home of the party and the trees
Sunny la-land of the G's
Please let a nigga breathe
Tank top top down for the breeze
Burnt lips, got a blunt full of weed
Peace, love, enemies
Nigga I ain't come for the beef
You ain't know she came for the skeet?
Got pipe for the cheeks
Nigga, I'm the life of the beat
Fuck that bitch, she ain't gotta eat
B-bounce for the crown
You be hating and I still hold it down
When you round man the girls never lounge
Man I heard you a hound
Bruh man, that bitch need a pound
Tip, tip, tip bounce out her gown
Hands high to the sound
Uh yeah I'm the rich nigga now
Bi-bitch, I'm the talk of the town
Make a bitch run her mouth
Go south for the border
Pop, pop, pop, down to the floor
Bounce

Uh, (uh)
A-huh, (a-huh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It’s a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce

Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It’s a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce

Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It’s a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce

Uh, (uh)
A-huh, (a-huh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Uh, (uh)
A-huh, (a-huh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Uh, (uh)
A-huh, (a-huh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Home of the slangin' on the curb
Weed card every corner sell herb
Watch you fly to a bird
Nigga I could pitch you a curb
Let this real shit occur
Make mills from a verb
Nigga cop a crib in the burbs
Nigga you ain't said nothing but a word
Smoke something for ya nerve
Home of the paid on the first
Then nigga going broke by the third
Bounce for the crown
Fast forward getting real tell me now
Every dog need a cat to meow
Every once in a while
I see hands in the crowds
See whites, blacks blazing a pound, ju-jumping around
Tits, ass bump out her gown
B-b-b-bounce from the ground
High for the sound
This verse straight from the morgue
Pop, pop, pop down from the floor
Bounce

Uh, (uh)
A-huh, (a-huh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It’s a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce

Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It’s a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce

Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It’s a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce

Uh, (uh)
A-huh, (a-huh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Uh, (uh)
A-huh, (a-huh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Uh, (uh)
A-huh, (a-huh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Writer/s: HANLEY, QUINCEY / PADGETT, JOHN W.
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Man of the Year
  • The beat for this Oxymoron cut was supplied by Nez & Rio. The American production duo previously contributed production for a couple of tracks on Schoolboy Q's 2012 album Habits & Contradictions.
  • Nez & Rio's beat is based around American electronic band Chromatics' tune "Cherry" from the 2013 compilation album After Dark 2. The production pair didn't layer much else onto the instrumentation, just adding some banging drums.
  • The song's hook was first heard when it appeared as a teaser at the end of Kendrick Lamar's music video for "Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe." The full clean version was then featured on the soundtrack to the 2013 video game NBA Live 14.
  • Schoolboy Q made his network television debut performing this song on the January 24, 2014 episode of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.

  • ScHoolboy Q - Prescription/Oxymoron
    ScHoolboy Q - Prescription/Oxymoron


    ScHoolboy Q - Prescription/Oxymoron Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

    Album: Oxymoron
    Released: 2014

    Prescription/Oxymoron Lyrics


    Prescription drugs, show me love
    Percocets, Adderall
    Xanny bars, get codeine involved
    Stuck in this body high, can't shake it off
    I'm falling off, I can't hold a thought
    What's wrong with me? Now the pressure creep
    I'm stressing deep, even in my sleep
    My mommy call, I hit ignore
    My daughter calls, I press ignore
    My chin press on my chest, my knees press the floor
    I'm blanking out, woke up on the couch
    Dinner on my shirt, my stomach hurts
    I had a ball sellin' 80s but yo, the karma's worse
    I cry when nothing's wrong, I'm mad when peace is involved
    My senses harmed, sluggish ruggish
    A couple Xannies popped, open my pill box
    Prescription drugs

    What's wrong, daddy?! Wake up! Wake up!

    Prescription drugs, I fell in love
    My little secret, she gon' kill a thug
    My body numb, she like to give me hugs
    I love her touch, I get a rush
    When she don't come around, I start to go nuts
    My heart erupts, I'm curled in pain
    My phone ring, ring and ring and ring
    If you ain't selling drugs, then I don't hear a thing
    May 7, Ali calls, p.m. of 6:45, I finally answer this time
    He said "Come to the stu', I'm mixing all your rhymes"
    I don't decline, at least that's in my mind
    Grab the keys, need some wood for the trees
    Dap the clerk 'fore I leave, max on my AC
    Continue right, remember seeing light
    Wise night, but that's my life
    Prescription drugs

    What's wrong? You tired? You mad? Okay, I love you, daddy

    I just stopped selling crack today
    I just stopped selling crack today
    (What you say? What you say?)
    O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

    I just stopped selling crack today
    I just stopped selling crack today
    (What you say? What you say?)
    O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

    Crazy, got my sex on wet in her Mercedes
    80s, get these off new shoes for my baby
    Oxy, I don't know no Pablo or no papi
    What you know about a pill, plus a 8-ball
    You gotta re-up 50 times just to get a rack off, ungh
    I can get a hundred of 'em, make over 3 G's
    Only took two days, only re-up'd one time
    Where the sun barely shine and it rain for about
    Nine months out the year, man it's something right here
    For Seattle nigga, cheers, when I look up at y'all city like lookin' in the mirror
    Damn near had a career, just might shed a tear, ungh
    Man, this shit right here for my niggas who ain't make it home
    Sitting on a tear, got a dap to a nigga bright in here, feeling life ain't fair
    If I was in your shoes, I would've copped, don't care
    Had a scene, had the medics like clear, ungh
    Big body cold like a Polar Bear, ungh
    I done sold more shit than hookers, expensive tees, resemble a push up
    Stopped selling crack, cause white don't fuck with narcos
    Vanity slave, got whips and chains
    Dirty money, clean money the same, even if I got life, I ain't saying a name

    I just stopped selling crack today
    I just stopped selling crack today
    (What you say? What you say?)
    O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

    I just stopped selling crack today
    I just stopped selling crack today
    (What you say? What you say?)
    O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

    Groovy, when I die tell Spike Lee make a movie
    Oh wee, cops bringing dogs so they don't sniff my bitch booty
    Oxy, O-X-Y, only feel like I could stop me
    Quincy, now how you nigga sliding up every now and then in a Bentley?
    Easy, 60-40-50, you can get one for 30 if you let me hook this titty
    Let a nigga fuck then my dogs see your kitty
    Just stopped selling crack today
    When it get hot, smoke a pill, watch it glide like Dr. J
    I prescribe you I'm your doctor, kay?
    You can crush this shit, you can sniff this shit
    You can take this shit, you can smoke this shit
    Do you like this shit, nigga?
    Your brain go numb, synthetic heroine
    Without the injections, do the same love and affection
    How could they say feeling good is an addiction?
    But the world is full of shit, so I don't listen
    In fact "We living to die" is a contradiction
    So trapping in a Nissan, O-X-Y, I keep 'em, O-X-Y, you need one

    I just stopped selling crack today
    I just stopped selling crack today
    (What you say? What you say?)
    O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

    I just stopped selling crack today
    I just stopped selling crack today
    (What you say? What you say?)
    O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

    Writer/s: SPEARS, MARK ANTHONY / HANLEY, QUINCEY / BROWN, WILLIE
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

    Prescription/Oxymoron
  • Schoolboy Q's third album takes its title from this track. He told Fader magazine the name connects to his other records: Setbacks and Habits & Contradictions. "They're basically all the same title, damn near mean the same thing," Q said. "We're living or dying. We're already dead, the living dead. So do what you gotta do. Take care of your family, of yourself as a whole, and everything will be alright. People are so worried about the next person. That's what's f---ing the world up, jealousy and anger. If people would worry about their own s--t, everything would be all right. We probably wouldn't need a president."
  • The song finds Q spitting about an assortment of drugs including prescription codeine syrup and Xanax. Speaking on MTV's RapFix Live, the rapper explained how he managed to conquer the addiction. "I grew up in a different era, I didn't grow up in the '70s and '60s where people where really really got hooked on drugs," he explained to host Sway Calloway. "People my age, they get hooked on drugs, but not in the way back in the days used to be. We all know what we're getting into before we do it now. It's like gangbanging — it's getting smaller and smaller, because we know the outcome of it."

    "So, with drugs I feel like everybody's just dabbling, then getting rid of it and leaving it alone," Q continued. "That was just kinda what I did. I was dabbling with it, I liked it, it really got a hold of me to where I knew what I was doing, then I just had to pump my brakes, like this is not cool. And I just stopped."
  • The cover of the standard edition of Oxymoron features Q's daughter Joy scowling, as she wears her father's trademark bucket hat. The deluxe edition features the rapper himself staring through a ski mask at the listener. Speaking with New York radio station Hot 97, Schoolboy Q explained he chose the picture of Joy for the album's standard edition as, "the oxymoron in this album is that I'm doing all this bad to do good for my daughter. That's why I'm robbin'. That's why I'm stealin'. Whatever it is that I'm talking about in my album [that's] negative, it's always for a good cause, for my daughter."
  • The song details how Q went from selling OxyContin to becoming an addict himself. "I say in the song, 'I had a ball selling [OxyContin] 80s, but yo, the karma's worse,' and that's true," he told Billboard magazine. "Once I was done dealing, I got addicted to Xanax and Percocets. My past came back to haunt me."
  • Speaking during a Q&A session for Oxymoron, Q described how he arranged the song to juxtapose the process of selling prescription pills and addiction: "I put the OxyContin and selling it at the end of the relapse or the addiction," he said. "I sold OxyContin and then I got addicted [to pills]. This way, I showed that I got addicted then I sold it. That was a crazy record."

    "That's true s--t - the first part of it when my daughter tried to wake me up and I was dead to the world," he added. "That was my little secret. I always had the cup with me. They just never knew I had a gang of pills in the other bottle. That was a little story about me and how I was addicted, too."

  • ScHoolboy Q - Gangsta
    ScHoolboy Q - Gangsta


    ScHoolboy Q - Gangsta Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

    Album: Oxymoron
    Released: 2014

    Gangsta Lyrics


    Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, weed
    Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G
    Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, groove
    Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, I'm gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q
    Figg Side! They want that gangsta shit
    Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, uh (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
    Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, yak (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
    Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, yak (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)

    What it do, young niggas? What it do, young bitches?
    I got my drink in my cup, I got my Backwood, no swishers
    And bitch, I'm faded, fucking faded, yeah, I'm famous
    What? I'm famous, fucking famous, nigga I made it!
    When I was broke, I got me that nine
    With my nine, I hit me that lick
    And then with that lick, it came with that yola
    With that yola, it came with your bitch
    And see now your bitch, she gon' work on that corner
    I don't care if that ho got pneumonia
    Give me racks and you won't get a quarter
    She don't run game, I'm the only controller
    So what's up now? Straight pimpin' over here
    Now put that shit on verse, nigga
    I be checking ass all on the curb, nigga
    You could tell that she fucking with a Figg nigga
    What it is, nigga? Perrier Jouet Rosé, I might relocate
    Out of my mind, this world, I'm hot, gotdammit, I'm fly
    (Yay yay) My grandma showed me my first strap
    My nigga Rat-Tone always had the fliest gats, I finally got mine dirt nap
    Real niggas don't die homeboy, we multiply
    Shit, come around my town you clown, that's suicide

    Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, weed
    Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G
    Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, groove
    Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, I'm gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q
    Figg Side! They want that gangsta shit
    Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, uh (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
    Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, yak (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
    Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, yak (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)

    My momma said don't be that, that little nigga that sold crack
    Gangbanger that street jack, always trying to figure where the beef at
    Knock, knock-knock your brain on the doormat
    Bitch nigga, what you call that?
    We on block patrol, nigga fuck your roll, got the gat on me
    Nigga look, it's right here
    Bulldog bark, you could die right here
    Real gangsta niggas have no fear
    Real niggas never tattoo their tears
    Hopping out of vans, deserting your plans
    All hoodied up, no Wu-Tang Clan
    Three days lettin' off through that Aryan
    Call that bitch 3 for 10
    I'm fucking up the streets again
    Tags on the toes all amongst your friends
    Let the barrel spin, get blended in
    Embrace the funk, groovy as I'm running through your system
    Seem like you only target Hindu victim
    Red dot, chicken pox type symptoms
    Sad day, had his all whole sickened
    Trying to state the facts
    We don't care if he election black, we got a strap
    Gangsta shit, shooting me if I'm broke or rich
    I got a bitch
    Ain't sober, kush odor, kush soda's, crip stoner
    Real soldier head, off with your shoulders, make over

    Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, weed
    Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G
    Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, groove
    Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, I'm gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q
    Figg Side! They want that gangsta shit
    Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, uh (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
    Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, yak (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
    Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, yak (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)

    Writer/s: HANLEY, QUINCEY / LEGRAND, MICHEL / BERGMAN, ALAN / BERGMAN, MARILYN
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

    Gangsta
  • Schoolboy Q opens his major label debut album, Oxymoron, with this ode to the gangsta lifestyle. It begins with the first of several cameos by Q's 4-year-old daughter Joy, where she spits "F--k rap, my daddy's a gangsta."
  • This is one of two songs on Oxymoron that Chicago-based production duo Nez & Rio supplied the beat for. They previously contributed production for a couple of tracks on Schoolboy Q's 2012 album Habits & Contradictions.
  • Speaking about the song at a February 2014 listening session for Oxymoron, Q said: "When I first made ['Gangsta'] all I wanted to say was that my grandma showed me my first strap. That's all I wanted to put in the song. I just thought that was so gangsta. It was kind of weird, too, now that I really think about it. She used to take her bullets out of the gun and leave the clip in her room and let me play with her gun. I was an only child so I probably got on her nerves that much that she finally gave me her burner, like, 'Here, get the f--k out my face.' [Laughs] I just wanted to say that so bad."
  • Q's label boss Anthony Tiffith told Billboard magazine about his reaction to hearing the rapper's story: "ScHoolboy is gangsta. When he first told me that story, I was like, 'Your grandmother gave you your first gun? Really? I'm scared of your grandma - I'm going to make sure your contract is†¯right!'†¯"

  • ScHoolboy Q - Hoover Street
    ScHoolboy Q - Hoover Street


    ScHoolboy Q - Hoover Street Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

    Album: Oxymoron
    Released: 2014

    Hoover Street Lyrics


    I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun
    Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch
    Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot
    Bang, last night it was a dream
    This morning a fantasy
    Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
    Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
    To get help from the store camera, they always in my cornea
    But it's cool I've been catching on to they formula
    See I'm a real loc, my street sign I'll kill fo'
    Then rewind my Indo, then unroll my rillo
    The bad guy never once been a hoes hero
    He get zero, I said nada
    Bitch pass the cama (Uh, yeah)
    How'd it feel to be a real nigga? (I'm a product of a real nigga)
    La-la familia (Get confronted by a real nigga)
    Fuck with one of my real niggas
    (It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball)
    How'd it feel to be a real nigga?
    (It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball)
    How'd it feel to be a real nigga (My whole life I've been a real nigga)
    La-la familia (Get confronted by a real nigga)
    Fuck with one of my real niggas
    (It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball)
    How'd it feel to be a real nigga?

    I done jumped off my ass
    Hit the lick and barely pass but I quickly got to balling
    2012 ain't really happen
    So I guess it's back to trapping, eyes open night to morning
    Had roaches in my cereal
    My uncle stole my stereo, my grandma can't control him

    But, every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga
    But, click-clack, pow-pow-pow (Boom, nigga)
    But, meet Glock clock familia (Boom)

    Find a nigga realer than me, my socks stink
    Eat so much pussy that my mustache pink
    Strapping, my pants seam, no need for a belt
    Gangsta lean help, hoodie on backwards with the eyes cut out
    My hate felt, my .45 elder, poetry's deep
    I never fail ya, Schoolboy bust flame
    Orange-yellow, higher than Margiela's
    Since a young nigga I admired the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal
    From his mother, now that's the money that I'm talking 'bout
    Think about it, the smoker ain't got shit and everyday he still get a hit
    Whether jacking radio's or sucking dick
    Sell his kids and chop his wrists and sealing his lips
    'Cause he don't want the feds arresting his fix, didn't take much
    To get me convinced, coincidence that I ain't fucking with work
    Unless we rewind and answer my church
    Times getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt
    Around the same time all you niggas was on purp
    My sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck freeze
    Give me the keys, extra Frito's, chili and cheese
    Thew some Baby Lucas in his eyes before I leave
    The cops'll never get the leak, grandma taught me well
    And my uncle gun was the accessories, 211 sipping plus a robbery
    This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome

    I done jumped off my ass
    Hit the lick and barely pass but I quickly got to balling
    2012 ain't really happen
    So I guess it's back to trapping, eyes open night to morning
    Had roaches in my cereal
    My uncle stole my stereo, my grandma can't control him

    But, every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga
    But, click-clack, pow-pow-pow (Boom, nigga)
    But, meet Glock clock familia (Boom)

    Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more
    She always got me things that we couldn't afford
    The new J's and Tommy Hill in my drawers
    Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, see Golden Eye was away at war
    We wasn't thinking of getting money then
    Nor did I wonder why my uncle done sold his Benz
    'Cause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down
    I also notice moms be locking doors when he around
    But anyways, his wife done left him and now he living with us
    My bike is missing, grandma light a hotter chick every month
    My uncle's nuts, he used to give me Whisky to piss in cups
    Knocking on the door telling me to hurry up, he in a rush
    I gave it to him then got my ass whipped for doing it
    Moms used to tell me like "Nigga, know who you dealing with"
    Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways
    Rat-Tone my niggas' brother showed me my first K
    I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over like "Hey"
    Yak, yak, yak, yak! We like "Damn, nigga"
    Then again, yak, yak! We like "Damn, nigga"
    Hearing him say 'cause turned us to a fan, nigga
    Later on he got locked so know we're taking his fades
    Continue the chapter from his life, we flipping that page
    Gangbanging was a ritual and grandma would help
    She should've never left her gun on the shelf
    This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome

    I done jumped off my ass
    Hit the lick and barely pass but I quickly got to balling
    2012 ain't really happen
    So I guess it's back to trapping, eyes open night to morning
    Had roaches in my cereal
    My uncle stole my stereo, my grandma can't control him

    But, every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga
    But, click-clack, pow-pow-pow (Boom, nigga)
    But, meet Glock clock familia (Boom)

    Writer/s: SPEARS, MARK ANTHONY / HANLEY, QUINCEY
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

    Hoover Street
  • This song finds Q detailing his loss of innocence growing up on Hoover Street. He spits rhymes about his grandma's gifts of Jordan shoes, Tommy Hilfiger underwear and video games, but also recounts his uncle stealing money out of his mom's purse and how he helped him cheat on a drug test.
  • Q also chronicles the negativity he was forced into upon joining the 52 Hoover Crips at the age of 12 when "every last one of us had a pistol in the room." As he recounted on "Gangsta," it was his grandma who showed him his first gun.

    The Crips were founded in 1969 by Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams after they decided to unite their local gang members from the west and east sides of South Central Los Angeles in order to battle neighboring street gangs. Their sign, Cs formed with the thumb and forefinger of both hands, has become well known and today they are one of the largest and most violent associations of street gangs in the United States, with over 30,000 members.

  • ScHoolboy Q - Blind Threat
    ScHoolboy Q - Blind Threats


    ScHoolboy Q - Blind Threats Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

    Album: Oxymoron
    Released: 2014

    Blind Threats Lyrics


    Right, uh, uh same shit every day, homie
    Lord please forgive me for all my sins
    Yeah, nigga wake up to the same shit everyday, homie
    Walk through the valley of the shadow of death
    No rules, right

    Washing my sins off in hell's water
    Feel like the Bible told me lies as I pray to 'em
    Kneel down, put my faith in 'em, will you answer me?
    But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

    Uh, four corners, cat and mouse chase, got cheese to catch
    High on on some drug, I'm Space Cadet
    Dreaming I don't live up on the block no more
    Trapping trying to make it out this obstacle
    Life on the edge, hell a block away
    Pretty Snow White turned eight today
    Selling that base, no Dr. Dre
    Uh, guess who in the building?
    Bucket hat with a strap like the pilgrim uh
    Kneeling down with some questions to address like
    Why the ones who commit the worst sins live the best?
    The 10 commandments, I can mark five checks
    But I sense flaws, the Bible preaching Blind Threats
    Streets held me down, got faith in a Pyrex
    Faith in a four-five, I call it the clarinet
    Sewer full of drugs when the toilet digests from the cop raid
    All can relate, from the streets to the wall from niggas to compadres
    When the sun go down, I'm predictin' a heatwave, forecast your whole body
    Heat on, room full of homi's, I just pray that the Lord got me

    Uh but if God don't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
    Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
    But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

    Aim that, shoot that, pledge allegiance
    Kill mine, kill yours, make it even
    Soul need saving, Mr. Preacher
    I know I only come around when it's Easter
    Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas time
    When I'm in jail or when my card declined
    Uh, will you answer me?
    Take me out of Hell and make plans for me?
    Misery loves company, ain't a surprise
    It was just me and my niggas, we was trying to survive
    But we would never make it out alive
    Shit we living to die, oxymoron
    Hope to get to heaven 'til that day arrive
    Running through the ally, hope the bullet don't collide
    Car window shattered, glass on my right side
    Dogs bark in the backyard, rootin' for me
    Out of shape belly, courtesy of 40
    Spoiled only child, baby boy Jody
    Same jacket on from back in the day
    Praying that the Lord come and take me away

    Uh but if God don't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
    Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
    But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

    Ey yo tuna fish sandwiches bread, dry snaking
    Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I clap a king-pin
    Caught me in the airport gust that I was thinkin'
    On how to stay rich and get bills with my acquaintances
    Yeah, money is the issue, I diss you
    It's no problem at all, yo, the bunch on the pistol
    'Cause I'm a suit case king
    Cooling at the gambling spot with a screwed face grin
    No wage bet, we stay winning, play it again, yo
    Put the bone in your jaw, now say it again
    Round knife, fork, under the tents, coming to rents
    Get out the way or let the shotty dispense
    Revenge killers who make the events iller
    This is more realer, snatch you right up out of the Benz
    The Wu wheelers who huddle up, coupes knows the truth
    You know the woopty-woop, solo or group I kill niggas

    Writer/s: HANLEY, QUINCEY / EVANS, GIL / WOODS, COREY / NUAMAH, JEFFREY
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, MEMORY LANE MUSIC GROUP
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

    Blind Threats
  • This lyrical back-and-forth is a bi-coastal collaboration with Wu-Tang Clan member Raekwon. The feature wasn't planned. Talking at the listening party for Oxymoron, Q said, "I just needed somebody from [Wu-Tang] on the album... [Raekwon and I] ran into each other in the elevator."

    "Nothing music related," he added. "I wasn't going to do music. He wasn't going to do music. He just walks on the elevator I was on."

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