RapVerse.com Community - The Cartel Cafe- feat- Hitchcock, Big City, and Squad-Up

Chorus:
Too much bass.... pumpin on the twelves
Sippin on the Henney ....puffin on a L
Fuck that im not runnin to a cell
La La La La, La La La La

+Hitchcock+
Dog im tired of these repetitive acts
I'm bout to clone myself for a competitive match
You niggas is losin money like you got negative stacks
As far as the cake go i can let my weight show
But if you let the hate show, ima let the 8 blow
So be like Snoop Dogg, and learn to lay low
Poster of pac next to a frame of Big's picture
I got a panoramic mind, i can see the big picture
Alotta MC's is pretty lame today
I'm like the ref, i aint comin in the game to play
Hitch leave all the slang deflated
My flow so bangin, niggas think is gang related
Psssht, what you spoke for, ya boy here to provoke war
I tote "dope" quotes like rhymin coke whore
Hitch on that raw shit, you must got me outta focus
Cuz this nigga get it poppin like Osteoporosis.

Chorus:
Its the Cartel Cafe ya heard
Swat Team, Hitch and Big Ya heard
Get back ...ya heard
Get smacked... ya heard
Get back.... ya heard
Get clapped... ya heard
Too much bass.... pumpin on the twelves
Sippin on the Henney ....puffin on a L
Fuck that im not runnin to a cell
La La La La, La La La La

+Big City+
I aint number one in the game, but i aint runnin wit lames
Dont need a gun to have somethin to aim....for
Cuzzo I gotta say more, ....City is spittin to death
Febreeze on my feet, i guess im kickin it fresh
Livin it blessed, come to my crib and visit the best
Shut down one clown, and then limit the rest
Neva chasin no fake scrilla
Put on a Casper mask, now i can be a ghostface killah
Believe me, i dont get paid enough to be dope
I remember we used to have to save up to be broke
The streets can feel me, ..but these companies wont
Now im on the grind, but im not pumpin the coke
Please, ...these niggas aint G's... you a liar
Im never gettin pressed like im squeezin the pliers
Girl,.. my breath just hot cuz im breathin that fire
All the Brett Favre rappers, ..just need to retire

Chorus:
Its the Cartel Cafe ya heard
Swat Team, Hitch and Big Ya heard
Get back ...ya heard
Get smacked... ya heard
Get back.... ya heard
Get clapped... ya heard
Too much bass.... pumpin on the twelves
Sippin on the Henney ....puffin on a L
Fuck that im not runnin to a cell
La La La La, La La La La

+Hitchcock+: I think i need to make an announcement...but I dont know if its too soon, but fuck it ima say it anyway
SQUAD-UP is officially a member of THE CARTEL.....

+Squad- Up+:
(BLOCK STARS WHAT UP!)
Don't even front son, get slumped wit the pump son
Squad the God i came here to get it crunk son
Jump son, like you BE-hind air
Niggas know Squad's back like RE-cline chairs
Im from dirty Jersey where we all crew
Im raw duke, kill you niggas in the house like SAW 2
Thats all dude, shit, I was born to hustle the streets
Since I was young, dawg I had to smuggle the sweet
Nawww i aint jokin, but i could juggle the heat
Stick the cannon down ya throat until the muzzle is deep
Squad got tree like a flower joint
A pistol whip wit the nickel chip make ya face slide like power point
I ain buggin, but im too fly on the grind
It seems unlikely for me to lie on my lines
I'll supply all the dimes
Cuz i aint acrophobic I'm gettin hiiiiigh all the time...EASY

Chorus:
Its the Cartel Cafe ya heard
Swat Team, Hitch and Big Ya heard
Get back ...ya heard
Get smacked... ya heard
Get back.... ya heard
Get clapped... ya heard
Too much bass.... pumpin on the twelves
Sippin on the Henney ....puffin on a L
Fuck that im not runnin to a cell
La La La La, La La La La