We Up (feat. DMX)

(Yo, JP)

We up

All night, yeah they try, but they can't

Keep up

Long time on the grind, think I need a

Re-up

Yeah, there ain't no fuckin' competition

I get it on when the bomb is tickin'

We up

All night, yeah they try, but they can't

Keep up

Long time on the grind, think I need a

Re-up

They ain't catchin' up to my position

I get it on when the bomb is tickin'

Someone lit the fuse, fired up with a fifth of booze

Walk around like I don't got shit to lose

I'm a boss, so don't get this shit confused

And start thinkin' you could ever come fit the shoe, so listen

I'm hard body as an armadillo, you soft, as a body pillow

Memory foam, let it be known

I'ma catch you like it's sharks and minnows

Leaving heartbroken moms and widows

'Cause I'm killing rappers dead, I don't need to blast no semi (bow)

Just the ink from the pen, get the casket ready

That'll show these motherfuckers not to clash with Webby

Fuck Freddy, shit I'm chasing with a mask, machete

And raw strength to defeat you, bruise, and beat you (rah)

All I leave 'em with's a fuckin' tube to breathe through

Put 'em in a chair with wheels like R2D2

And still pull the rug from underneath you, I be

Smashing 'em brutally, savagin' cruelly (yeah)

Kick 'em while they down and we snatchin' they jewelry

I'm a beast, I ain't asking if you agree (nah)

Spit is so cold you could feel it

Where your cavities used to be (yeah)

With the dog and they let us out the kennel (woof)

Teachin' rap game fundamentals (proof)

Proof is in the puddin', all these years puttin'

Still doing what you couldn't, Webby

We up

All night, yeah they try, but they can't

Keep up

Long time on the grind, think I need a

Re-up

Yeah, there ain't no fuckin' competition

I get it on when the bomb is tickin'

We up

All night, yeah they try, but they can't

Keep up

Long time on the grind, think I need a

Re-up

They ain't catching up to my position

I get it on when the bomb is tickin'

Run and tell 'em (run and tell 'em)

X been a disrespectful nigga

You ain't gotta cross the line for me to check you, nigga

My scratch game official (uh), match game official (uh)

That aim will hit you (uh), sound the same as a whistle (uh, uh)

I woke up and broke up what I had to bring

Don't take a earthquake to get this ground to shake

Don't play, you know I'm sensitive, nigga (uh-huh)

Have 'em never be able to find the rest of you, nigga (come on)

I was puttin' work in while you was jerking off (uh, uh, uh)

Your work is soft, thought you could hurt the boss

But even thinkin' 'bout it, mouth full of dirt's the cost

Think about your kids, is it worth the loss?

I'm talking old school, glove and shirts is off

Fuck drippin', I have a nigga squirting sauce

One thing's for certain, two things for sure

If I'm sleep, don't knock on my fuckin' door (nigga)

We up

All night, yeah they try, but they can't

Keep up

Long time on the grind, think I need a

Re-up

Yeah, there ain't no fuckin' competition

I get it on when the bomb is tickin'

We up

All night, yeah they try, but they can't

Keep up (come on)

Long time on the grind, think I need a

Re-up

They ain't catching up to my position

I get it on when the bomb is tickin' (man)

Run and tell 'em

We up