Lyrics:

Brother, youve been on my mind, oh brother
Weve changed over time, so, brother, Im keeping my eyes on you
I bet you dont think I know no better but sanging the blues
Oh but brother have I got news for you, Im something
And I know you know that Im something too

Yeah, usually I dont get into all this battle rap shit
And all that shits stupid but Im gonna address it
And after I get it off my chest may God bless it
I will invest four minutes exactly for everyone
Who had the audacity to attack me

I kept quiet but perhaps I should have pushed this fire quicker
Cause to just sit with this shit Ive only gotten sicker
Yet I react without even a crack in my composure
But the only way he knows to bring this shit to a closure

Im worthy and my associates and I named the South Dirty
And Im even for sale in Braille, the deaf, dumb and blind have heard me
But I aint even breathin until I get an even 30
I could casually clap up the front of somebodys throwback jersey

You makin me hafta talk this way, aintcha?
You makin me hafta talk this way
You forcin me to walk this way
Maybe my album will get bought this way

Niggaz slow down around me, I make em superstitious
And one of my vices used to be wanting to look visually vicious
But instead I use my head and I fed niggaz something nutritious
But you will appreciate what a sacrifice this is

And I know you ambitious young men, you have my best wishes
Have a piece of this pain on a platter, its one of my best dishes
When you assassinate my character, not one remark misses
So its gone get funky when Im fryin these little fishes

Fuck fakin, there has been some offense taken
But this itty bitty beef is, beneath me like bacon
But hear me when when I say, I aint gone hate you halfway
You know me, somebody will surely owe me

When it comes to respect, I only put my family before me
And the beat ridin, oh so slowly but surely and you in danger
And Ill be strict about straight every one of you niggaz like strangers
Ill put bullet holes in anything that oppose through car doors and clothes

Amateurs and pros, hard-head niggaz and hoes, also friends and foes
Let it be known that youll lose your life fucking around with Lo
This is my Glockapella and Ill be wearing diamonds forever
Like Im signed to Roc-a-fella and Ima bust two times in the sky

Cause aint nobody around here ready to die
But if theres more that you want, cant but one side win
And Im damn sure ready to try motherfucker, yeah
Hold on, Im all off the motherfucking beat, hold on

Lo crazy, Lo ahurt somebody bad, Lo crazy, Lo ahurt somebody dad
Decide to ride down your street and just hurt somebody bad
You know, as in house, hurt somebodys child or somebodys spouse
You see what Im saying and you know I can be what Im sayin

And I got the most to lose but you steppin on my shoes, nigga
You become a target and will remain a target until you are hit
You gone fuck around and found out thats Lo still down for it
I aint scared of ya, never been scared of ya

If anything Im scared for ya because Im so ahead of ya
Take that to the head brother before I walk up on your bed brother
And paint your blood in red brother, you heard what I said, brother?
Motherfucker, I aint mad at these niggaz, I tricked you

We got a real awful thang goin down, getting down
Theres a whole lot of talkin going round
You best believe me before I pack up and move out of town
I will gladly gone and glock one of them down

I said, bring me the funk, I want the funk
I said, bring me the funk, give me the funk
I said bring me the funk, I can handle the funk
Just bring me the funk, bring me the funk, motherfucker