Dj Kay Slay - Laughing At The Haters lyrics
rate meFt. 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