[ Featuring Ras Kass, Boob Bronx ]
Look, you the muhf*ckin' tin man
Bullets measured in a straight
Line like a wingspan
That's my ahki, that's my brother
That's my f*ckin' kinsman
All heads bein' young boys over flim flam
We run through you like Bo Jackson
Muhf*ckas aim for the wig and it's no cappin'
Look, I got goons and they chrome magnet
What the f*ck the point of
A safety with no action?
I will ride on whoever
Pain is temporary, pride is forever
Why I had to ask you for my bread back?
I ain't shootin' dice
That's a muhf*ckin' head crack
You mixed up and the boi dirty
Can't tie his own shoelaces
And the boi thirty
And why would I even bother to brawl?
The bigger they are thе harder they fall
Stupid!