Testo Therapy

[Intro: Remedy] Peace, peace, peace Yeah y'all, come and get ya therapy Come get ya therapy, that's right Remedy, come get ya therapy Peace, yo.. [Lounge Mode (Remedy)] Don't make me spaz out, clash out and tap a nigga wig, while my man blow his wiz back out Ain't nothin changed, from the elevator shack, +BlackOut!+ The Lounger had the Mac out, up in the Ooh Past the cash and the crackhouse Droppin on this wiz for years But now I'm spittin from the front to the rear to get my piece of this here And can't I share with my F.A.M. this year? Ninety-eight nineteen, I'll wild Baneen on ya whole scene Double-Dutch, touch clutchin the mic, spiritual saint (and five mics in The Source is no match for one king) Listen here while I'm rippin here, sippin on Cabosi, yea Style that I got'll take ya back to the stairs With them niggas from the drug game Government status'll turn thug name Alias kid Doug Mclean, what a shame What he did to the whole crew, I told you Bitch mothafuckas walk around and wanna hold you Down, I tote somethin, roast somethin, smoke somethin Promote somethin, and control the whole function Got the whole shit jumpin Project kids are bloodin up and some pumpin Nothin but the hot shit, summertime with Loungin [Chorus: Remedy] This is therapy, the Loungin Lo with the Remedy We keep y'all close like we keep our enemies Knee-deep in the struggle with our feet in the puddle We smoke green murder bones, gettin stoned up in huddles [Remedy] Generation X, money, drugs, violence and sex You never know what's next, just +Protect Ya Necks+ Yo these days are like livin at night, in the darkness Blinded by the light, we can't help but to fight Laser sword, rock a pro seasonal ward We celebrate the new borns and cuttin biblical cords In form on Sphinx, rockin twenty-six inch links Filled with jinx, you never know how this next man thinks O-to the-T-H-O-R-I with the R-to the-E-M-E-D-Y [Lounge Mode] And now I come back with a rougher rap Niggas say that shit, talkin bout my click O-to the-T-H-O is sick It's a race thing, black and white face thing Forever, ya better represent dunn in any weather, whatever Ya talk, gotta mash you out And if I see you on the block, gotta smash you out The whole picture, ya not down and somethin bit ya How many times must I tell a nigga that I be the slang mic shitter? But I see it's goin on this year, it's on this year We jumpin over pawns this year My word is bond and I swear to the mic that I hold tight I see the livest nigga son, foldin in fights He wasn't holdin right Superstar project kid, his face painted in Maybelline Day to day queen, hiss name's Shaylene [Both - together] Who thought that he had it all But he didn't cuz his fam plays basketball And went the last of the tour, bout the casket call [Lounge Mode] He thought he was real, in the killin field The Park Hill, where Pillage kill Ain't a damn thing change I'm hangin out with Tang Yo I drip slang, it's nothin but the usual thang And big guns still bust in the heat of the night To my peeps who need freedom and life, peace [Remedy] O-to the-T-H-O-R-I with the R-to the-E-M-E-D-Y [Chorus 2X] "It's the R-E-M-E-D-Y" -> Remedy (8X) [Outro: Remedy] Yea, therapy y'all