Issue No 105 Bet Cypher Lyrics
BET Cypher by Issue No. 105
Hook:
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)
Said, my youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)
It a ring! It a ring!
A little Frankenstein with a little chopper rings
A train the Jamaican girls that love the Cuban links
Gotta want 'em like Lil Kim in bikini minks, yeah
No limit soldiers with a bunch of little tanks
I hit 'em where it hurt, make them dudes feel the pain
Blood stain on what remains for two gold chains
The white gold on my gums like '
Rori and Jaguar switch your four lanes
Top down screaming out money ain't the thing!
Hook:
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)
Take my youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)
I bet the Lord never worries,
Couple niggas buried
See the good die young,
Gun shots then it's bury
So I'm off in a hurry, I ain't forcing no jury
To convince me, trill shit, I'm trying to stay big free!
Got a budget for the lawyer,
Risk my freedom on the corner
It ain't worth it, making the history is more important
My thoughts are soaring, smoking' Mighty Morphin
Trip to Fiji in the morning,
Getting giggy with a foreign
Look I just finished touring!
Worldwide residential
It all started with a pencil,
Now my suite presidential
Laid up with a bad chick,
That never had '
Holding diamonds and guns,
You think I'm mad rich!
Hook:
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)
From a crack ho down in hell's gate
To a new breath of air and a brighter day
It's a lighter way,
I feel good enough to buy a bunch of real estate,
Move my momma out her space (Why?)
Cause it's the new power anthem (uh?)
And nigga, we the new black panthers
Get your hands up, we in it for the ransom
Money, power, respect, ' gave us the answer
New world order say, 'always strive and prosper!'
But I know God is watching over me, wash away my sins
Now I'm in this bitch a longer stay, ASAP, nigga!
Tell my cousin that I'm on my way, in a hurry
' the hater, I just gotta tie my waist
Hook:
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest, oh
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest, oh
City on my back like a run a campaign
Baltimore USA, that's my domain
Used to sip mad dog, now it's champagne
Used to rock the bus, now I catch a damn plane
Got a white chick who love cocaine
Chill with filled with a young boys pain
Rob anybody that got a gold chain
From Baltimore where you here the shots rang
Peanut butter inside be the wood grain
Pull up in an all white paints bumming
About to blow like nitro, propane on
Hook:
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest, oh!
I wrote this shit in business class, give me jet lag
This for years of oppressions and the set backs
This for chinks, niggas, Jews and the wet backs
Crackers towel heads and I can't forget the less, drags
This is Huey Newton with the Ozi shooting
The trill Martin Luther fin to spark the ' (right!)
Malcolm X's Muslim army marching to ya block
Bring the choppa to your preacher's screaming halleluiah!
Dear Mr. President, I'm the shit '.
Hello, white America, suck my dick!
They say Lord's never worry, no hope for the kids
Young blood was a thug, call sluts from a crib
My father, our father, God father
Blocks in the air, high power!
This is Kendrick off a visit Jimmy's watch tower
A longer, seems like Martin dreaming for the longest
Hook:
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)
Said, my youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)
It a ring! It a ring!
A little Frankenstein with a little chopper rings
A train the Jamaican girls that love the Cuban links
Gotta want 'em like Lil Kim in bikini minks, yeah
No limit soldiers with a bunch of little tanks
I hit 'em where it hurt, make them dudes feel the pain
Blood stain on what remains for two gold chains
The white gold on my gums like '
Rori and Jaguar switch your four lanes
Top down screaming out money ain't the thing!
Hook:
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)
Take my youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)
I bet the Lord never worries,
Couple niggas buried
See the good die young,
Gun shots then it's bury
So I'm off in a hurry, I ain't forcing no jury
To convince me, trill shit, I'm trying to stay big free!
Got a budget for the lawyer,
Risk my freedom on the corner
It ain't worth it, making the history is more important
My thoughts are soaring, smoking' Mighty Morphin
Trip to Fiji in the morning,
Getting giggy with a foreign
Look I just finished touring!
Worldwide residential
It all started with a pencil,
Now my suite presidential
Laid up with a bad chick,
That never had '
Holding diamonds and guns,
You think I'm mad rich!
Hook:
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)
From a crack ho down in hell's gate
To a new breath of air and a brighter day
It's a lighter way,
I feel good enough to buy a bunch of real estate,
Move my momma out her space (Why?)
Cause it's the new power anthem (uh?)
And nigga, we the new black panthers
Get your hands up, we in it for the ransom
Money, power, respect, ' gave us the answer
New world order say, 'always strive and prosper!'
But I know God is watching over me, wash away my sins
Now I'm in this bitch a longer stay, ASAP, nigga!
Tell my cousin that I'm on my way, in a hurry
' the hater, I just gotta tie my waist
Hook:
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest, oh
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest, oh
City on my back like a run a campaign
Baltimore USA, that's my domain
Used to sip mad dog, now it's champagne
Used to rock the bus, now I catch a damn plane
Got a white chick who love cocaine
Chill with filled with a young boys pain
Rob anybody that got a gold chain
From Baltimore where you here the shots rang
Peanut butter inside be the wood grain
Pull up in an all white paints bumming
About to blow like nitro, propane on
Hook:
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest, oh!
I wrote this shit in business class, give me jet lag
This for years of oppressions and the set backs
This for chinks, niggas, Jews and the wet backs
Crackers towel heads and I can't forget the less, drags
This is Huey Newton with the Ozi shooting
The trill Martin Luther fin to spark the ' (right!)
Malcolm X's Muslim army marching to ya block
Bring the choppa to your preacher's screaming halleluiah!
Dear Mr. President, I'm the shit '.
Hello, white America, suck my dick!
They say Lord's never worry, no hope for the kids
Young blood was a thug, call sluts from a crib
My father, our father, God father
Blocks in the air, high power!
This is Kendrick off a visit Jimmy's watch tower
A longer, seems like Martin dreaming for the longest
Hook:
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)
My youth, dem a boys, dem a flex
Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lord)