Artist: Daddy Rose f/ Heltah Skeltah Album: The God Song: Not in Here Typed by: DaSun Akbar [Sean Price] First of all you bitch niggas acting all fucking silly's See and they recognizing how real this rap shit could really be Fortify Colt 45 like I'm Billy Dee Pop you, you will do for killas be filergy Sean Price nice with rhymes, y'all not feeling me Till I slap niggas now y'all feeling me literaly It'll be a cold day in hell 'fore you see Ruck You'd rather see O.J. in a cell Type the one to run up on your block party Jump off a dirt bike Spit physical flame to the crowd straight hurt mics And fuck out with this bitch 'cause her skirt's tight She ain't giving up no fucking pussy 'cause you turned nice Snatch your chain 'cause I figured that's worth like... Two, three hundred, gas money to the turn pipe Next thing I know Helicopter and a searchlight Dang, I gotta go (Chorus) Rose + (Sean Price) Ruck, Rock and Daddy Rose ('Cause who we got in here?) Where y'all going with that bullshit? (But not in here) Fuck y'all clown niggas (Loud and clear) You could do what you wanna do (Not in here) Brownsville dawg (Who we got in here?) Where y'all going with that bullshit? (But not in here) Fuck all y'all clown niggas (Loud and clear) You could do what you wanna do (Not in here) [Daddy Rose] Daddy Red Rose my last name, nigga perceive with caution Coming bling-blinging y'all won't be leaving flossing I'll break the pie down and eat in portions Throw five balls at the crab and leave 'em scorching The smoke from the cannon leave 'em coughing Fuck a bitch then break out 'cause Daddy leave 'em often Y'all like birds who don't fly South, y'all freeze in Winter Fall off and die just like trees in Winter We're in the project with hammers cocked waiting for the Ds to enter I'm surrounded by petty thieves and Petro-gods Thugs who're brand new in the game like mint car Like hoes with Gonorrhea, my gun's they discharging Brownsville to Nova, hit captains then we hit sergeants Laying shit down with the Ruck sitting in the Rasta I'm Daddy Rose aka the Glocksta Put your brain in your pasta Now you remain sleeping with the lobsters Clowns I lay 'em down like sleepy babies Soon as they blink their eyes they meet through 80's I'm cross between Napoleon mind and the Holiest Mind He's sober on the Satan but his rollie is mine (Chorus) Rose + (Sean Price) [Rock] Yo, you know they bumping investors up the block You better cop that shit, pop that shit Get shot that quick, that's it Rock back-flips y'all chumps, diss y'all punks Blow up the spot by all the ugly fat chicks y'all hump I know too much, I get you touched I'm well connected; your moms will stick you up She singing Heltah Skeltah shit but ain't perfected Brownsville I'm repping it, we move in disguise 'Cause niggas here to name and they expect some shit Aww damn!!! Who da fuck let Rock and Ruck in here? Where? Where? Over there, they cut their hair Confused yo ass for two 'fros in the 2 O O O Oh but still bumming like a Yugo Steal a Jag, chip yo front teeth yo Hit hard this life in the group home