[Verse 1: A$ton Matthews]
Still ridin' with them Damus, it's known to let them hammers pop
Hoes with the powder tops, imported straight from Camalai
Hannah Montana got grams in the sock, Brick Flair when I pack in the block
The hood know me as Mac Eleven, I pray to god, but I clap ya reverend
Known to gangs, til my noose hang low, two twins, two to tango
Y'all n***as know who to aim for, y'all ain't moving, y'all ain't shooting
Huhh, choppin' Os, its brickonomics, set it takes to pick ya pockets
Give & goes to get the profit
Uh, got the Lohan, for the low end
And I overstand that whole xan, out the closed stand
This a choke slam, but to Roseanne, with no hands
Masked up like Mick Foley
Seen a ho, give em clips, left that b**h holey
RL and the sale(??) all I got in this world, is my word and my balls
Grinder and a scale, b**hes that twerk for the sales
Burn that work, and work to the edge (??)
Stoop kid's afraid to leave the stoop
Or you could bet I serve that work in the mail, get murked for the pale
Know some hard-hitters if you sniff coke
Vitaly Klitschko, ya nose get a fist full
Brick Flair, semi auti schizo, Live city clip show
Plankin in ya b**h throat...PUSSS
[Hook: A$ton Matthews]
Buy and selling b**hes on Ebay
All my bodies underneath the 91 freeway
Catch me in the overpa**, mankind mask, title belt in the brief case
[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
Smokin' on some sh** that got a n***a brain hula hoopin, super troopin'
Parachuting pills in your b**h duke chute and
Roof Roof, and doggy stylin hoes, got her “OOO-OOO”-ing
And whatchu doin'? Not getting money dog you poo-pooing
Gang bang train on them HOS n***a CHOO CHOO-ing
And she choosin nuru, crazy psycho coo coo
And who doin' lines same size as Whitney Huston
You losin, f**in with them loosies, you not movin'
.22 bullets with arteries(??) if your movin'
Slide on astro bane, choppers shootin'
Cops recruiting n***as snitchin, ..??
Doin' molly in the hood, smoking cookies until I'm loopy stupid
Bruising movement, show you students how to do it
I was on the block, with more rocks then archeologists
Colorado, f**in' with models(??) crushing up 8balls
Hate y'all, got some bullets to eat your face off
No TRADE-OFF, TAKE YO sh*t
Your b**h said she want the dick, told her wait ya bish, nah
All I really know is that ya n***as better duck, scram
When I'm in the van I go BUCK BUCK, BUCK
[Hook]
[Verse 3: A$AP Nast]
Yao
Uh, this a cold flow, I'm a cold soul
Rhyming has been official now, still Im cold bro (x2)
I bought some raff yesterday, with these hoes doe
Picked me up from Barney's after that, In a 4 door
Ran into some fans, they was tryna get a photo
Took a couple pictures, they say Nast be f**ing witcha
You the coldest out, ain't nobody f**ing witcha
Rest in peace them other rappers, dawg your flow is off the richter
And if lords don't ever worry, you the one that paint the picture
So ignore these f*ggot actors with the nerve to try and diss you
We was on the net, seen them take them shots and watch them miss you
Cold pictures painted, son the young Pica**o watch me get it, uhh
I'm from a cold place, where when its roughened up, we bundle up
Sport the finest 40 below (??) like it's the 90s huh
Grimney, whatchu know about shootin' dice up in them alleys huh
Yach the 40, fly as a kite, nobodies high as us/Ha**an
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Juice of Flatbush Zombies]
Hardy hardy I'm Mick Jagger with a 40 40
And pour this, two 40 OZs and a Raw, b**h
Im off the rocka, four tabs and some henny vodka
Trippy sh**, roll fats like Missy
Momma stop 'em, they know Im coming with full remorse
Higher fists, woke up hugged with an iron grip
I'm rich, I still hustle, Iron sh**, I admit
I'm Trap Jesus, ever since a fetus I've been the meanest
Feedin' the feinds and f**ing the meanest
(??????) probably ahead of our time, a prophecy
My n***as will die for me, record and (??)
On the corner like, f** it, smoking that loud
Whatchu gonna do when a ho come through with her crew, like (gunshot)
A dusty shovel, machete covered in blood of rebels
From ghetto to ghetto the metal rettles and settles vendettas
You tattle tettles get smothered in shots
No matter the weather, in front of the block
[Verse 5: Meech of Flatbush Zombies]
If life was a game of dice, I'm rolling yahtzee style
Throw ya lovin' up, you could come nazi style
Cannons flash in ya face, paparazzi style
BLOCKA BLOCKA BO BLOCKA BLOCKA BO BLOCKA BLOCKA
Fast b**h, call her busy (Bizzy) because she only bone thugs
44 magnum, stay equipped with chrome cuhz
Headshot, splatter em, leave his thoughts on the rug
Feds got the phone tapped, got us (??)
Pump shotty, twist a n***a body oragami
My 9 speak, wet your whole sh** like bukkaki
Im kinda edgy, so don't f**ing tempt me
You know a Jamaican n***a love to use the machete(Bloodclot Boi)
I gave my b**h some acid, now her mind doing backflips
Head right, p**y tight like Ultimate Warrior ta**els
Trigger finger delete you, you are not equal
Sayonara, bon voyage, hasta lavista
VAMINOS...b*tch