Top Tier Remix by Eazy The Block Captain Lyrics
[Intro]
[Hook]
They say it's stages to the top tier (Top tier)
Oh they forgot-
[Eazy The Block Captain]
Oh, what y'all thought we was done?
Oh, what y'all thought we was done?
Oh, we ain't never done
It's Mr. Spin Yo Block
Yeah, it's the remix
And I got some shooters with me
Yeah, and I got some shooters with me
I ain't even doing no more talking
We straight at em
[Verse 1: Real Sikh]
Y'all don't look scary no more, this shit is sad
Now we gotta carry the torch, y'all getting bagged
And we comfortable
Just look at the Rookie vs. Vet record numbers
Y'all got some catching up to do
Who thе top dog rockstars?
I'mma get em knocked off
Till wе get them YouTube drops, we gon drop y'all
Got y'all fed up
Trying to tell us who better
Most the top 20 of 2020 the New Era
Hope I'm never led to get in the mind of you legends who letting the status and the bread override competitive drive
I already said it, I'm better than everyone
Tell all the veterans get ready to die
Y'all been debating who entertaining
We really dangerous
Sick of waiting, anticipating to kill your favorites
Little places or bigger stages-
Still, it's a simple statement
Give up your space or get it taken
Sikh
[Verse 2: Geechi Gotti]
Top tier? Ha, nigga, yeah right (Yeah right)
Most them niggas bitches in real life (Facts)
I feel like, Vada gon react to this
This the flow that had Hollow sipping activists
Speaking of activists, Lux make it very clear
Go at the light cause the smoke heavy over here
Nigga weird, fuck that hospital bed count
At your funeral, Harlem preachers giving prayers out (Amen)
Who dare doubt?
Reply to what Eazy did?
Top tiers probably playing footsies at Beasley crib (This my house)
I'm posted with a couple Locs
Outside of Surf, most of them niggas broke
Yo Hitman, check my background. It's hella violent
When I was wildin' out with them cannons they couldn't televise it
Couple rounds in ya head, try and memorize it
Big stage Holla, small room nigga dying
Jazz, I slap top tier bitches, too
.30 clip in ya face like listen boo
I know you fucking right now and you think it's cool
But it's nothing compared to what this dick'll do
Got a couple of shots for O'Ffical too
Put my foot in her ass since she from the boot
Stay away from me cuh, I swear this shit is scary
No cap, I know y'all seen what I did to Gary
Watch what you say cause I'm with the mob
All these events in LA, I'll get you niggas robbed
Get on your job, I make more than you niggas
Don't get me mad and I have to start extorting you niggas
I should've slapped y'all with guns a long time ago
Am I wrong if I beat yo ass with a calicoe?
I don't know-
Why y'all tryna start this shit
I told Goodz only women known for talking slick
Y'all convinced his apartment was a condo?
I could see that nigga lying wearing blindfolds
Condo? Tell that boy don't even play tough
Any nigga call their self Conceited wear makeup
Ay Cuh, now y'all know this shit not fair
How I'm dissing top tiers when I'm top tier?
Close range. I'm a fucking savage
When their body drop, they look different
It's the #BussitChallenge
Mafia
[Hook: Eazy The Block Captain]
They say it's stages to the top tier (Top tier)
Oh they forgot how they got here (Got here)
Why they talking like we not here? (Not here)
Like we been punching on em all year
Y'all forgot about the barbershop, the black star
The small room, but it stops here (Easy)
We about to take it back to the SMACK era
It's only right cause the Block here
[Verse 3: Ave]
I ain't even wanna be in this
I was just chilling, minding my business
Some niggas hit my line like "It's time to revise your hitlist"
I'm like "Is this a joke? Been cooking them folks"
Why you think the rest ducking?
Them fuckers don't want no smoke
Let em know
If so, let's get it popping, it's lit
Tell Verb step off the island, time to box a little bit
That nigga Con sent a shot but he missed
One for me or go through Heaven
Spill tea/T like a gossiping bitch
I'm sick of all the capping
Fuck the politics, is we rapping?
Or is niggas still yapping bout old shit that done happened?
My resume is solid
It's just a couple niggas I ain't catch or left demolished cause they won't accept deposits
I promise, I get them niggas done with the quickness
I'm bored, tell Cor we got unfinished business
It's lit soon as they send me my Skrilla
And even though I don't got no problems with Holla-
Don't tempt me, my nigga
That's how I feel
So tell your peers play time done
Shit gon get real
Cause niggas feel they're safe tryna run
But I'm on their heels
This ain't none of them fake live bums from lonely tiers
The fuck you think? I'm Snake Eyez, son?
Not over here
It's clear their careers and stock is dropping
Won't get the battles locked cause they too busy pocket watching
I been plotting, y'all been flopping
Gotta stop with copping pleas
All that running ain't gon stop the hunting
I been clocking speed
Nigga please
Y'all better tell that elf don't get me heated
The fuck would I respect a man that call his self Conceited?
He respond and get slaughtered. I'll bomb any order
Tell Splish Splash it's a meglodon in this water
And I'm sure you niggas know I ain't no new name
That's why I'm giving order to the way we bout to do things
Soon as Smack pay that light bill watch the view change
Then y'all can send me Murda the cook, like the Clue game
This is where the rules change
Starting to hate these bloodsuckers
Cal, Twitter debates ain't for safety motherfucker
And I'm too big to chase these motherfuckers
So you want me to stop with saying your name?
Make me motherfucker
I done had enough of the bluffing, like what the fuck is good?
I thought all that pocket checking was up to brother Suge
As far as Surf, music purpose is what we understood
But come back to battle rap? I wish you motherfucking would
[Verse 4: B. Dot]
Look
I don't wanna hear no more that I took your style
Meet me on the roof, just me and you with no crowd
I don't give a fuck bout a resume or a profile
I'm a lost nigga too, from Pacoima, nigga this SoCal
Westide Obama
I'm me every battle I never switch the attire
I'm always elevated and constantly going higher
Don't listen to these liars
Cause a nigga named Shotgun, it don't mean he a rider
No cap, the new era, we not scared of you
App gang, them YouTube views cannot carry you
If it's not on the Volume then we not hearing you
You gon get this charity work, I'm volunteering you
This is not MTV nigga, I'll bury you
Catch a .30 clip from the wild style, I'm clearing you
They gon cut the beat when they pull the plug on your heart
They should wait till the crowds come back if niggas smart
[Hook: Eazy The Block Captain]
They say it's stages to the top tier (Top tier)
Oh they forgot how they got here (Got here)
Why they talking like we not here? (Not here)
Like we been punching on em all year
Y'all forgot about the barbershop, the black star
The small room, but it stops here (Easy)
We about to take it back to the SMACK era
It's only right cause the Block here
[Verse 5: Loso]
Look
Our Father who Art in Heaven before Your Kingdom come
I'm on a mission to kill these bums, but it will be done
A trend setter, I ain't following their waves
Wanna know who this about? Well Hollow be thy name (Woo)
That double cup you sipping on I won't judge you or slander
I lean too, just not on my own understanding
Ay, Nitty let us pray. Smack go and set the date
I'm offering to put a quarter into my collection plate
Man, the hell he on? Who else wanna egg me on?
Somebody tell the rebel we started our own rebellion
Bet he wrong thinking he can possibly ruin me
No weapon formed against me, what could Arsonal do with me?
You lying to these folks
No more hiding behind posts
Send the contract and payment Smack, I'm tired of these ghosts
If Iron's with the smoke or I can try it with you Los
Cause whether King Solomon, I'm wiser than you both, mother-
Hahaha, just playing, I'm just playing
[Verse 6: Swamp]
You niggas still talking all that beginner shit
Like we ain't the ones who carried it through the winter, bitch
Swamp lost to Casey Jay, how is his dinner set?
First of all, cause I ain't lost to none of you niggas yet (Facts)
Nigga what the fuck is all this yapping about?
I'm just here to see what the faking and the capping about
Like we ain't the ones outside when the action is out (Yeah)
This'll make Big T take his ass back in the house
Head Ice ain't that nice, he more like a cooker
Don't care bout that hood stuff (Nah)
I wish you push up (Yeah)
Go head, good luck (Yeah)
Don't think this a good bluff
Leave him out in the woods with coyotes, that's wolf love
Any nigga mention my name I address those problems
Y'all ain't getting paid to preach
Y'all ain't crack no dollars
I ain't arguing with Conceited bout no Gucci and Prada (The fuck)
My grandma always told me a hit dog gon holler
Now I'm rolling up to everywhere I heard them niggas posted up
And post it up
All up in their clubs and store and such
Who want it bruh?
If you get hit with this your shit gon open up
Y'all know what's up
As far as battle rap, we control it bruh
I ain't going for nothing
You niggas don't believe it, we gon show you something
I wanna know if Hitman Holla really want smoke or something
Don't give a fuck bout all that Twitter and what you posting, bruh
(Bow, bow) Your little brother gon have to hold you up
This a new class
You niggas gon have to see the camp
Face card good from here to Cali, I don't need a stamp
Don't let your fucking thoughts get you hit off all in your thinking cap
Make DNA swallow a .40, he the drinking champ
Bitch ass
John John a liar, he couldn't keep it real
Wasn't no 30 niggas for you to even no playing field
You wouldn't even kill, I can see it
You ain't a beast forreal
I ain't even a shocked though, a thief is known to keep the steal
Them niggas used to little niggas who pussy, who don't have a heart
Not the new class like us ready to snatch a heart
It's over for you
The fact you neglected is the sadder part
This is the shit that turned Tsu Surf into Shannon Sharpe
The best part, we know y'all feeling this shit
Every time they line y'all up we still killing that shit
The New-R-L, nigga
We run it, it's real as it get
And tell the nigga K-Shine he can chill a little bit, ha
[Hook: Eazy The Block Captain]
They say it's stages to the top tier (Top tier)
Oh they forgot how they got here (Got here)
Why they talking like we not here? (Not here)
Like we been punching on em all year
Y'all forgot about the barbershop, the black star
The small room, but it stops here (Easy)
We about to take it back to the SMACK era
It's only right cause the Block here
[Hook]
They say it's stages to the top tier (Top tier)
Oh they forgot-
[Eazy The Block Captain]
Oh, what y'all thought we was done?
Oh, what y'all thought we was done?
Oh, we ain't never done
It's Mr. Spin Yo Block
Yeah, it's the remix
And I got some shooters with me
Yeah, and I got some shooters with me
I ain't even doing no more talking
We straight at em
[Verse 1: Real Sikh]
Y'all don't look scary no more, this shit is sad
Now we gotta carry the torch, y'all getting bagged
And we comfortable
Just look at the Rookie vs. Vet record numbers
Y'all got some catching up to do
Who thе top dog rockstars?
I'mma get em knocked off
Till wе get them YouTube drops, we gon drop y'all
Got y'all fed up
Trying to tell us who better
Most the top 20 of 2020 the New Era
Hope I'm never led to get in the mind of you legends who letting the status and the bread override competitive drive
I already said it, I'm better than everyone
Tell all the veterans get ready to die
Y'all been debating who entertaining
We really dangerous
Sick of waiting, anticipating to kill your favorites
Little places or bigger stages-
Still, it's a simple statement
Give up your space or get it taken
Sikh
[Verse 2: Geechi Gotti]
Top tier? Ha, nigga, yeah right (Yeah right)
Most them niggas bitches in real life (Facts)
I feel like, Vada gon react to this
This the flow that had Hollow sipping activists
Speaking of activists, Lux make it very clear
Go at the light cause the smoke heavy over here
Nigga weird, fuck that hospital bed count
At your funeral, Harlem preachers giving prayers out (Amen)
Who dare doubt?
Reply to what Eazy did?
Top tiers probably playing footsies at Beasley crib (This my house)
I'm posted with a couple Locs
Outside of Surf, most of them niggas broke
Yo Hitman, check my background. It's hella violent
When I was wildin' out with them cannons they couldn't televise it
Couple rounds in ya head, try and memorize it
Big stage Holla, small room nigga dying
Jazz, I slap top tier bitches, too
.30 clip in ya face like listen boo
I know you fucking right now and you think it's cool
But it's nothing compared to what this dick'll do
Got a couple of shots for O'Ffical too
Put my foot in her ass since she from the boot
Stay away from me cuh, I swear this shit is scary
No cap, I know y'all seen what I did to Gary
Watch what you say cause I'm with the mob
All these events in LA, I'll get you niggas robbed
Get on your job, I make more than you niggas
Don't get me mad and I have to start extorting you niggas
I should've slapped y'all with guns a long time ago
Am I wrong if I beat yo ass with a calicoe?
I don't know-
Why y'all tryna start this shit
I told Goodz only women known for talking slick
Y'all convinced his apartment was a condo?
I could see that nigga lying wearing blindfolds
Condo? Tell that boy don't even play tough
Any nigga call their self Conceited wear makeup
Ay Cuh, now y'all know this shit not fair
How I'm dissing top tiers when I'm top tier?
Close range. I'm a fucking savage
When their body drop, they look different
It's the #BussitChallenge
Mafia
[Hook: Eazy The Block Captain]
They say it's stages to the top tier (Top tier)
Oh they forgot how they got here (Got here)
Why they talking like we not here? (Not here)
Like we been punching on em all year
Y'all forgot about the barbershop, the black star
The small room, but it stops here (Easy)
We about to take it back to the SMACK era
It's only right cause the Block here
[Verse 3: Ave]
I ain't even wanna be in this
I was just chilling, minding my business
Some niggas hit my line like "It's time to revise your hitlist"
I'm like "Is this a joke? Been cooking them folks"
Why you think the rest ducking?
Them fuckers don't want no smoke
Let em know
If so, let's get it popping, it's lit
Tell Verb step off the island, time to box a little bit
That nigga Con sent a shot but he missed
One for me or go through Heaven
Spill tea/T like a gossiping bitch
I'm sick of all the capping
Fuck the politics, is we rapping?
Or is niggas still yapping bout old shit that done happened?
My resume is solid
It's just a couple niggas I ain't catch or left demolished cause they won't accept deposits
I promise, I get them niggas done with the quickness
I'm bored, tell Cor we got unfinished business
It's lit soon as they send me my Skrilla
And even though I don't got no problems with Holla-
Don't tempt me, my nigga
That's how I feel
So tell your peers play time done
Shit gon get real
Cause niggas feel they're safe tryna run
But I'm on their heels
This ain't none of them fake live bums from lonely tiers
The fuck you think? I'm Snake Eyez, son?
Not over here
It's clear their careers and stock is dropping
Won't get the battles locked cause they too busy pocket watching
I been plotting, y'all been flopping
Gotta stop with copping pleas
All that running ain't gon stop the hunting
I been clocking speed
Nigga please
Y'all better tell that elf don't get me heated
The fuck would I respect a man that call his self Conceited?
He respond and get slaughtered. I'll bomb any order
Tell Splish Splash it's a meglodon in this water
And I'm sure you niggas know I ain't no new name
That's why I'm giving order to the way we bout to do things
Soon as Smack pay that light bill watch the view change
Then y'all can send me Murda the cook, like the Clue game
This is where the rules change
Starting to hate these bloodsuckers
Cal, Twitter debates ain't for safety motherfucker
And I'm too big to chase these motherfuckers
So you want me to stop with saying your name?
Make me motherfucker
I done had enough of the bluffing, like what the fuck is good?
I thought all that pocket checking was up to brother Suge
As far as Surf, music purpose is what we understood
But come back to battle rap? I wish you motherfucking would
[Verse 4: B. Dot]
Look
I don't wanna hear no more that I took your style
Meet me on the roof, just me and you with no crowd
I don't give a fuck bout a resume or a profile
I'm a lost nigga too, from Pacoima, nigga this SoCal
Westide Obama
I'm me every battle I never switch the attire
I'm always elevated and constantly going higher
Don't listen to these liars
Cause a nigga named Shotgun, it don't mean he a rider
No cap, the new era, we not scared of you
App gang, them YouTube views cannot carry you
If it's not on the Volume then we not hearing you
You gon get this charity work, I'm volunteering you
This is not MTV nigga, I'll bury you
Catch a .30 clip from the wild style, I'm clearing you
They gon cut the beat when they pull the plug on your heart
They should wait till the crowds come back if niggas smart
[Hook: Eazy The Block Captain]
They say it's stages to the top tier (Top tier)
Oh they forgot how they got here (Got here)
Why they talking like we not here? (Not here)
Like we been punching on em all year
Y'all forgot about the barbershop, the black star
The small room, but it stops here (Easy)
We about to take it back to the SMACK era
It's only right cause the Block here
[Verse 5: Loso]
Look
Our Father who Art in Heaven before Your Kingdom come
I'm on a mission to kill these bums, but it will be done
A trend setter, I ain't following their waves
Wanna know who this about? Well Hollow be thy name (Woo)
That double cup you sipping on I won't judge you or slander
I lean too, just not on my own understanding
Ay, Nitty let us pray. Smack go and set the date
I'm offering to put a quarter into my collection plate
Man, the hell he on? Who else wanna egg me on?
Somebody tell the rebel we started our own rebellion
Bet he wrong thinking he can possibly ruin me
No weapon formed against me, what could Arsonal do with me?
You lying to these folks
No more hiding behind posts
Send the contract and payment Smack, I'm tired of these ghosts
If Iron's with the smoke or I can try it with you Los
Cause whether King Solomon, I'm wiser than you both, mother-
Hahaha, just playing, I'm just playing
[Verse 6: Swamp]
You niggas still talking all that beginner shit
Like we ain't the ones who carried it through the winter, bitch
Swamp lost to Casey Jay, how is his dinner set?
First of all, cause I ain't lost to none of you niggas yet (Facts)
Nigga what the fuck is all this yapping about?
I'm just here to see what the faking and the capping about
Like we ain't the ones outside when the action is out (Yeah)
This'll make Big T take his ass back in the house
Head Ice ain't that nice, he more like a cooker
Don't care bout that hood stuff (Nah)
I wish you push up (Yeah)
Go head, good luck (Yeah)
Don't think this a good bluff
Leave him out in the woods with coyotes, that's wolf love
Any nigga mention my name I address those problems
Y'all ain't getting paid to preach
Y'all ain't crack no dollars
I ain't arguing with Conceited bout no Gucci and Prada (The fuck)
My grandma always told me a hit dog gon holler
Now I'm rolling up to everywhere I heard them niggas posted up
And post it up
All up in their clubs and store and such
Who want it bruh?
If you get hit with this your shit gon open up
Y'all know what's up
As far as battle rap, we control it bruh
I ain't going for nothing
You niggas don't believe it, we gon show you something
I wanna know if Hitman Holla really want smoke or something
Don't give a fuck bout all that Twitter and what you posting, bruh
(Bow, bow) Your little brother gon have to hold you up
This a new class
You niggas gon have to see the camp
Face card good from here to Cali, I don't need a stamp
Don't let your fucking thoughts get you hit off all in your thinking cap
Make DNA swallow a .40, he the drinking champ
Bitch ass
John John a liar, he couldn't keep it real
Wasn't no 30 niggas for you to even no playing field
You wouldn't even kill, I can see it
You ain't a beast forreal
I ain't even a shocked though, a thief is known to keep the steal
Them niggas used to little niggas who pussy, who don't have a heart
Not the new class like us ready to snatch a heart
It's over for you
The fact you neglected is the sadder part
This is the shit that turned Tsu Surf into Shannon Sharpe
The best part, we know y'all feeling this shit
Every time they line y'all up we still killing that shit
The New-R-L, nigga
We run it, it's real as it get
And tell the nigga K-Shine he can chill a little bit, ha
[Hook: Eazy The Block Captain]
They say it's stages to the top tier (Top tier)
Oh they forgot how they got here (Got here)
Why they talking like we not here? (Not here)
Like we been punching on em all year
Y'all forgot about the barbershop, the black star
The small room, but it stops here (Easy)
We about to take it back to the SMACK era
It's only right cause the Block here