[Hook]
If your boy think tough
(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!)
I'ma-slap that b**h (sho' is) If your boy running up
(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!)
I'ma-slap that b**h (sho' is) When I find him in the club
(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!)
I'ma-slap that b**h (sho' is) Cause I don't give a f**
(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!)
I'ma-slap that b**h (sho' is)
[k**a Kev]
Well I'm back, k**a Kev, and I'm gonna make you feel it
My rap-life been hurt and now it's time for me to heal it
You thought I was gone and I would never come back
But now you hear my name in lyrics all over this track
My folks alive cause I'm tight, I got you excite
I got a rifle co*ked back for a punk Lil Wyte, let's fight
You thinkin' you tough, you thinkin' you buck
Well if you thinkin' that you harder than a k**er, step up
And I can lyrically defeat you or physically beat you
But it don't matter either way, cause k**a gonna reach you
And I would give you credit, if you deserved it little b**h
But I'm honest, you ain't worth more than a dookie of sh**, b**h
So what the f**, go ahead and run your mouth
So I can get mad and knock your f**in' teeth out
You got big balls, come back with a song
Cause I started this sh** and now it's on
[Hook]
[Mac E]
Yo, most of these n***as be wanna-be k**ers
I got a b**h with clips to get at you n***as
And yall know I'm straight-up making it happen
Way before I started rapping, I f**ed with them original k**ers
Yo, and I got n***as that'll k** for pounds
All my n***as'll let off rounds, so play it smart
co*ks**er, ya boy don't play no games
Violate me, 6 shots to your brain
Yeah, and I'm repping the North
North Memphis, stand up
Yall get ya boy cause these n***as be
Sellin them tickets and know they ain't ready
I'm co*ked and they heavy so b**hes get at me, I'm not playin
Mac E be, low-key, 40 cal. tucked-in
No luck, you will lose, I'm real, f** him
The new boy, got it locked for them foes
Mac E, I ain't playin with you hoes, I'm ready to roll
[Hook]
[Nick Scarfo]
It's Nicky Scarfo, mafioso
Bustin' n***as with the fo'-fo', fo' sho' doe, on the low doe
Murderer, k**er, dealer, Nick Scarfo, real cap-peeler
Been running these streets, they don't run me
If a n***a run up, I let him feel the heat
From hot nine, slangin' hot a** iron
Tryin' to get some of mine, then b**h you dyin'
Prophet the Prophet the Prophet the Posse
On a k**ing spree, like some motherf**in' nazis
And a boy keep on talkin', I'ma slap him up
And all these platinum plaques, I'm tryin' to rack 'em up
Cause I'm the boss n***a, of this Prophet sh**
And went and rounded up, a brand-new click
So buckle up, I think you better sit back
And if you act like a b**h you gonna get slapped
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