Spark Master Tape - Hanson Brothers lyrics

[Intro] Uhhhh.. Paper Platoon.. Yeah.. Uh [Verse 1] Ey' where's your crew hang, we Wu-Tang, we boot camp, you the Hanson Brothers Hit your fam up with a ransom number, thirty four dollars a blast street runner You trash heap stunner bro, pretty whip pushin brand new hundred spokes Still I hit any b**h in the tits with her kids in the crib Give a sh** 'bout another ho up in my sh** we slanging [Break] We got the guns, guns, guns, guns, we slangin' We got the guns, guns, guns, guns, we slangin' [Verse 2] Uh, I heard that Charlie hacked your bank account So I'm leaning on my couch, I snorted half a ounce Sneeze white, man my nose could cause an avalanche Brother, I, man I told these cats to listen I'm Tyson b**hes I'm champion, like.. [Sample: Mike Tyson] I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey. There's no one like me. I'm from their cloth. There's no one that can match me. My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart. I want to eat his children