Dj Kay Slay - Laughing At The Haters lyrics

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Ft. Maino, Raekwon, Jim Jones & Tony Yayo

(Intro)

KOB, king of these ,,, nah

(Verse: Maino)

What's beef? Yeah, what's beef?

Beef is when you all up in my mentions

Poppin' shit niggas come to see you with your children

Thought it couldn't happen, put yo coofy on the ceilin'

Shout out to my lil homies in the 4 buildin'

Killa shit, talkin' that gorilla shit

I been off the rafe, bitches on a drug dealer dick

Couldn't see the road, I was blinded by the daily tint

Really came up hard, adolescence - I was militant

Pistol in my sweat suit, drugs in the G ride

Niggas they gon' bleed too, let the Deser E's slide

Talkin' to the G side, see the way that we ride

We gon' wear em up and hang em up like a street sign

What's beef? Beef is when you caught case sleight try to dead it

But I'm at the station outside with a weapon

Hopped up out the Rolls Royce, almost dropped the F in

Killas come in front of you right in front of 97

(Verse 2: Raekwon)

Raised around wolves and killas, niggas who got money

Drink High Don and splash gorillas

Up and prime in Miami, the stakes, yeah

Buffalo meat, squid potatoes and a couple of freaks

Who stay fresh like a bar of Dove

And know they man a thug

Who float around snatching bags of drugs?

Killin' niggas with love

Yo, the guns be in love with snubs

Clop wyle-abies, no loves

Throw it up, bracelets up, hand-crafted diamonds and tubs

Straight from Africa, big up for my bloods

Bear power, too many cubs

Too many scrubs, we can't allow it

No, slap niggas up with some slugs

Feed me hugs, trees and plugs

Get the next nigga riffin'

Get yo own, they gon' get you some gloves

Kiss the guns, kiss the ones, when misery comes

You won't see it, that's when the scenery dumbs

(Verse 3: Jim Jones)

Street sweepers, ya know we still got em brooms

Sweep errthing up

Nigga, hahahaha, check out this bizarre

Real nigga gettin' head, quarter million I done caught(?)

See them shootin' at the stars like they killin' all the stars

Since 95 I been killin' all the costs(?)

I don't punch a clock, but I'm really on my job

Pack the bags on the side for all my Billies in the yard

You put yo key up for my ? (go)

Money we be seein' (go)

Niggas talkin' cash, more than funny like per diem

The year we got that snow, I ain't talkin' bout no skyin'

Hommie caught a body, I dunno when I'mma see him

ALl my BBA's, ?

Bad bitches send the shots all up in my dyamn

This is not a movie, muthafucka, but the end

Stupid muthafuckas probly won't comprehend

Stupid...

(Verse 4: Tony Yay)

Stand back, peasants, don't touch the king

Golf all over the ghetto bower, kiss the ring

I used to play the block, December felt like June

Now it's walkin' closets, Jack and Jill bathrooms

This is for em neva bombers and em half moons

Runnin' up on cars, makin' sells in the noon

Christmas time, had a fiend called Santa

When he copped, it's 200 and betta

I'm lifted off this girl's scout

The whole world gettin' tuned out

I got the mockin' birds in the safe house

Estival turkey with a white bitch, it tints out

VIP Paris hardly ever let blacks in

They gon' let 50 in with his black friends

I'm like Wiz, I stay with some twins

? bitches, forty calb(?), niggas

We hungry where the real come from

Bout to set it off like ?

Big K with the big drum

I go dumb like a zo pound hate shun

I'm in a spaceship like George Clooney

And Sandra Bullock

Straight stuntin', calendar bitch on my d-dick

Yeah