Dubby (Remix)-Jon Connor/Mickey Wallace

One of the realist to ever spit it Bout to lose it but I'm still winning Niggas say f**k me, they can't touch me But they still feel it Im feeling great as i watch these people be fake If you ain't know me when i was broke I don't know you now that I'm strait Strait? Strait up, my weight up I run shit, can't wait up It's f**k y'all, then break up My head strong, n***a shape up So what you get outta all that hating you lil P***y boy? Im so close to the edge, I'm beggin' y'all to push me boy They got these rappers gassed My tank on fucking empty They probably want me gone But the people keep fucking with me I know they want me out But in that i find comfort I ride for the cause, every track I'm burning rubber They say: I'm tired of Connor saying how niggas whack Shit I'm tired of saying it to The sad part is it's fact So why don't you tweet your favorite rapper And tell him learn how to rap So i can change my subject matter Till then, love it or change the track Beyoch! Y'all got to deal with me The people will feel me The people still with me I got'em - I got'em The realist s**t is what the really want I got'em - No problem So just know where go they follow Im the best in the world When niggas gone say that? Nigga should've knew that when they heard play back Niggas hit Sav like: how you ok that? Told me ko that, RKO that I get a whole lotta head like the ho got no neck Walk tight ropes with no net In other words i don't plan on falling I'm bout to fuck'em up cause I'm focused Time to raid for all you cock roaches Y'all are on my cock open Wide, cause my drive in four wheel drive I can't let you slide When i say I'm the truth man i just being honest I'm a kill this shit Thats a threat and a promise Murder each verse and here's my accomplice Y'all make way for my n***a Mick Wallace Gone! Make way for the wildebeest Y'all finna get trampled Move to the side let him through Cause don't nobody really want to be in the way When the stampede stomp holes in the game feel the hooves? This that truth Everybody looking for Hunger in the belly industry is looking edible Turn green for the green Call me incredible Choke 'em till they blue and now they want to holler let'em go? No i won't Told 'em i don't play those games When i say i kill mic's I'm serious Spit it with a vision, I'm a show you the ambition of a rider Who's drive is fast and furious Pedal to the floor Mick go vroom, I see y'all still spinning y'all wheels Who the hell say they do it better than the dude? Real talk, y'all tripping like broke heels That's my word Anybody want to throw flex at the squad Then the god got bombs in palm And the arm so strong Napalm when i bomb They gone bring world war three on This that part, where i yell GETEM Evident its relevant you see just how i did 'em Body bag a rapper and whoever coming with him Im a hock a loogie when they want to hear me spit 'em (spit sound) Mick so nasty, but still in time to clean y'all clock Stay on offense keep making these hits Till Muhammad and Mohammad call and tell me stop And at the end of my career Y'all will give praise for what i did here This that proof i deliver Make 'em feel it in they liver Who you know do it like this here? Talk to me now!