Dress For The Occasion

Digging niggas from graves, Baseworld, you crazy

Niggas doing dirty work, man, cause we so lazy

Can't fade me, Beezy B, I come change it

You and your mom with guns put to your faces

All your actions, make sure your hitting the pavement

Your face is on the back of milk cartons, papers and pages

I'm writing about you, my flow, nigga, that's shady

But it's cool, nigga, I'm not smashing as hard as I can

Give me two fucking years I'll be smashing niggas on bands

And they call themselves rappers with tour buses be jags

I call myself a rapper with the bus and I'm glad

Never lose my Bay roots, it's Lil B I'm saying

In low income apartments front rooms where I'm laying

Niggas set me apart because I'm ahead of the rest

I keep shooters with me, take your head and your vest

Getting to the doctor, man, take the lead out his chest

Good to be a silent man, this is the best

If you want to be silent for good, take the blunt to the chest

I guess, what the fuck with the asses on your head

You're dead, God bless

Dress up for the occasion

Lil B, man

Dress up for the occasion

Put 'em in a suit