Shook-Trae

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Reach my surroundings when I move out cause dudes envy Something like Prince Akeem 2 in the semi Super soak ya, anti-social, for the mail I'll go postal Postpone your post put it on pause with no controller at all Just a nickel plated fo-fo, pockets got a melody, carryin' notes Without bad breath, still carry the scope I infrared whoever infiltrate, or disrespect, my money make it intellect, like a safety you intercept, a chain of bullets They vics when they rubbing your chest, pincher I treat all beef tender, no shook ones around here son You like Michael Jay Fox when them bad boys come Not Will Smith or Martin Lawrence, I'm talkin' 'bout boys that'll surely inspire your life insurance, life is short Your reality is at the height of a dwarf Say goodbye to the bitches and the champagne corks Say hello to the ditches where your homies is tossed, in it Porche blocks be black tinted, everything stocked Catch me running over civilians, middle finger up when i'm removing the ceiling, dissect the whole block when i'm removing your building, this goes out to every man, woman and children I don't discriminate, shook ones get earthquaked [Verse 2: Punch] Rappers are scared to death, they're scared to look Cause ain't no such thing as halfway crooks Niggas shook from the door like "Who is 'dem boys?" Anything happen in front of it they're responsible for it Niggas play hardcore like they really want a war Find themselves ductaped in the Ford Explorer Like "This ain't even car ford, how I end up in this?" Walkin' on the ocean's floor at the bottom of the abyss I'm guttin' you guppies up, take a nap with the fish We don't wanna talk about it, we know where you live Mattafact, we got pictures of your kids Tryna' talk himself out of it, but he don't wanna hear What a mess, look at what you niggas did Dig a hole, bury yourself, by a jump off the bridge This no subliminal, you know who we is Tried to do the snake thing, but we got to his ribs Not the rib that protect his organs, but rib meaning his woman that be spending his fortune Huh, hop out the frying pan scorching, right into the fire Hitman for hire, Punch [Verse 3: Jay Rock] When i be in the block, rappers, they get shook up Cause what i'm holdin' that get your soul took up Blukah! Sound of the chrome plated woopa House flyin' straight to your medula, suit up When it's time for war, lace your boots up My advice ; get your head bulletproofed up No mercy, when the tool bust, smooch ya' Leave your ass asking for your future, who ya? I don't know ya', gotta show ya', folding dough like yoga Don't approach us, nurse bag get smoked fast like a penitentiary box Of cigarettes, (yeah) we still got that work posted on the ave Nickle and dime bags of narcotics, I got it You want it? No problem, still got the fiend shook like hydraulics