Artist: Heart Foundation f/ Lot-a-Nerv Album: King of Hearts Song: Rein on 'Em Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus 2X: Lot-a-Nerv] When the shots reign on 'em, cock and bang on 'em It's nothing you lames wanted, we changing the game on 'em It's nothing to change on 'em, we flashing our chains on 'em It ain't nothing but dollars, so holla, watch us reign on you [Lot-a-Nerv] Lot-a, Lot-a, I'm the star, yeah, nigga get it right I see these little haters scheming, trying to get me for my ice Losers, I keep a luger, that's German, I call it Hitler Be a Jew, more than happy to Holocaust you niggas I know, you not new, it's hard to be this Smell a snitch, woke up this morning, happy to be the shit You fags is on my dick, so sad, so get a grip I'm immaculate, I knew you was just smell like this Bitch, I'm bout a dollar, you ain't even a fifty cent Wait, long as I'm getting chips, I'm the nigga you fuck with You dig, hop out the six-six, with a bad bitch and six inch Left hand on my dick, big right hand on the ass grip Money you talking funny like, I won't let off the eagle Aqui, ya'll listen to popi, case niggas try to pop me Nerv, I swe--swerve, on that black on black discurged This skirt, skirt on you bitch ass niggas, yeah, what's the word, word [Chorus 2X] [Fes Taylor] Yeah, hundred shots from the K'll make it rain on 'em Piss in his drawers, found shit stains on 'em I think his pockets on the floor, take his chain off him Tell the cops, I ain't like them, but I ain't off 'em Broke niggas get a plain coffin I was on the plane crossing timezones to my main office I was Spain flossing, see ya'll hang crosses And drive the Range Rover, right through the rain forest Tony Atlas, still harder than Cognac is These niggas only actors, Taylor, it's only practice Bitches they show me access granted, blow me While I breeze on the Van Wyck, whip look like I just slanted Too hot to fan it, but I can pot and pan it You know, plot and plan it, until I got the planet And you can catch my squad vet in the garage On stage, look like I'm dealing out a deck of cards [Chorus 2X] [Mr. Prezident] I ain't never been that settle type, so I had to peddle white Metal on my belt, making sales on my peta life Now a nigga bezzle gripe, ice make my chain glow Light hip, my shit, shit looks like a rainbow And I let it bang slow, reach and I bang four There on the damn floor, that's where ya brains go Ask me, will I change? No, you ain't got my change, yo You gon' catch a hole, the same size as the pay go Waiter of the day go, I mean wit that gwop You can call 'em cheese fries, I throw cheese on his top Look, these niggas twat, you know when that war's on I turn ya block until a full blown warzone Fes wit the fours drawn, laughing at you sweet chumps None of ya'll niggas problems, calling you niggas speed bumps See you then I speed up, pedal to the floor I smash ya'll punk ass like a pebble in a road [Chorus 2X]