we get hot lyke a gauntlet, crunk lyke a moshpit!
N I spit flames, how da f*** yu gon stop it.?
Be honest, te’ll’em imma beast,
Dawg, I “NEW YORK” before da yonkers!
Da camera’s on so yu jus sayin shyt man
Ya hammaz dnt blam I’ll damage ya mansz.!
I’m da new epidemic, atleast when I step up in it
Niggas cant think, lyke a f***** test on business!
Over da years yaw da same lyke a re-framed manican
I got shyt dat’ll calm yu down lyke anger management..!
No if ands or buts, since yu talkin be about it!
Or imma shove my gun in ya brain n tell yu think about it!
Enough gun talk lets get tad a lyrics..
Yu couldn’t spit lyke me unless yu took out my spirit
Yu said money.? Wheres da money I’m out ta get it
Da limit is da sky, i cant see it cus of da cloud of pigeons
Ya boi gotta new haircut.? Buh its still him
And I “may-flower” ya lyke a pilgim..(white yu out)(flour is white)
Yu dnt understand I got 2 fists for 4 men
smash yu n pt ya life outta orbit lyke norbit! (da lady from norbit will smash yu n kill yu)
HOOK!
