[ Featuring Hanz On ]
Hanz on he yo beast
Meth lab we gon' feast
Mad now call him Cheech
Meth man got the Keef
Street lights in the buildin'
Wu bang for the children
Ya know the Staten, and we the best
Come meet these killers in the flesh
Five thousand dollas on the luv sofa
Stealin' public houses with them luv coca
Still luv the culture and them bud smokers
But to my soldiers that cross line, that luvs ova
See I ain't neva wrote a raps ova
A loss cost but a win free, just ask sofa
Situation fishy like some bad chocha
Or y'all just tryin' to twist me like some bad yoga (flow)
Part kill, nigga, what it is
Nowadays I got bills and kids
Like bills in that type of shit
These niggas busy tryin' to keep it lit
Homie lyin' on the smartphone (stop lyin')
I'm tryin' to tell 'em need to stop Holmes
This shit ain't bout eatin' babies
And have 'em have me actin' crazy
I'm 2 hot and still fire, baby
And 2Pac is still alive, baby
I luv my family 'cause they mine baby
They get the squeezin' like Liam Neeson
You try and take me
Whateva happen to them crack babies
Hell, I don't know where the knowledge
Smokin' some crack maybe
And I don't know where ya rappers gettin' yo batch lately
Before ya rappers, its a rap send in a fat lady
It's like my killers they on call dog
Do ya dirty call ya boss hog
Terminate 'em like a loss job
I see his death to all those fake frauds
I swear to god I'm so serious
Got me gettin' these guns if ya curious
I said the stat and we the best
From killin' out here to the west
Got lavels callin' 'cause I rhyme slick
You, you never get the ring, you like a side chick
Ask berry crock where them pies trick
The dark knight and I'm back Robin no sidekick
See I ain't lyin' when that lie lit
I touch a cloud, it only raise when I spit
I'm tryna tell these rappers when I spit
Update the app in yo Iphones like Iquick
