[1st Verse]: [Micah T]
Movin drugs through handshakes-grip it and flip it-like pancakes
Damn straight - clip and biscuit - if you lug - tan weight
Or the pan bake - 'fore your man late
Grab a sponge up and a band-aid--tongue up in a fan blade
Hahah, It's funny, money, rubberband stacks
You love your hunny? Sonny, club her with a damn axe
Van tracks, nah, masks inside-they blast and ride
On they hit list--wishing you the last in line
[ sh** 's Thick] Blast they nine-the line-'kill or be killed'
Grasp a tech - or gasp for breath..Imagine this
The answers-you couldn't past the test
I'm the past the rest, the best.
[Who's the last one standing?] I shoot like a pass from Manning
Catch it in your chest-if you ain't strapped with a vest
You passin unless, the medics fly by, check it, but you might die
When the beat hit--this is real street sh**
[Chorus]: [Scratched 80x]
The real street sh**
[2nd Verse]: [Katastrophe]
Ask that ninja ^
