[Intro: Scratching]
*Militant*
*Back in the booth*
[Verse 1: Malik B]
You n***as is traitors I gave you hard-working labour
I gave you your flavour you f**ing Bohemian haters
You n***as is fakers you gave me crumbs now give me cakes
The movers and fakers can f** around and catch the vapors
While I'm pulling capers watch how she's jumping like the Lakers
I want land with acres you f**ing [?] papers
I'm from back in the day when them n***as was wearing [?]
And [?] they treat you like a racist
Mili-Militant yeah I'm back in the booth
.30-30 pop I hit ya a** from the roof, yeah
It's the truth [?] shoot on ya where you [?]
Money [?] with body shots 'till your body drop (uh)
I ain't got the hammer co*ked to probably shoot
[?] we talk about we should've called a truce
Shout to all my n***as that be hanging on [?]
Waiting to make their sh** bark, bang, let loose
Chill, man chill let's get at a dolla bill, they told me
Chill let's get at a dolla bill, *they*
Chill let's get at a dolla bill, they told me
Chill let's get at a dolla bill
[Outro: Scratching]
*Militant*
*Back in the booth*