What I’ma hit you with
You motherfuckers better duck
I’m a bull in a china shop, watch how the uzi spit
Who we with, bros with hammers and they like too legit
I ain’t got any time for your foolishness
Raw raps from the same place where the sits
He the mo’fucker always sippin’ goose and shit
Stomp a rapper out, Timberland boots and shit
The left hand is what I give you the with
The right hand is where I write all of the ruthless shit
Survival of the fit or my little boozy shit
My hands are made of stone cut from that Madusa shit
Big gold chains, we was on that shit
Still roll with the kids I stole the Gucci with
I punch you dead in the face so f*ck the music shit
The guns command though, Hollywood movie shit
Y’all aware y’all on some Lollapalooza shit
Let the beard grow
Y’all are scared when I step inside the booth and shit
Cuttin’ mo’fuckers cell roll on some sushi shit
Y’all are cowards, y’all’ll only talk on computer shit
This a Haitian ritual, I’m on my voodoo shit
Find out who’s the realest (Vinnie)
Rock and not quit
What I’ma hit you with
You motherfuckers better duck
Death before dishonor, [?] blood y’all are fake
I let the 4.5 blocka blocka while I was [?]
Dead Sea overlook the view from inside a grave
The dictionary definition of dominate
Y’all weak Germantown
Fat bull, but my pockets never out of shape
You a bitch, security guard lock the gates
The Louis Vuitton bootleg, Prada fake
I’m tryin’ to make the same money that Madonna make
Eyes never lie, I’m surprised that you not with
Rhymes and one tape, record an album in an hour’s
You a pile of waste, I see a sucker and salivate
Cutting motherfuckers of, time to consolidate
A thousand pounds of weight’ll force your heart to
It’s Armageddon for you motherfuckers, lock the date
Any bitch I meet means that I’ma copulate
My revolution will be met with Peter Tosh’s fate
That’s the reason that the God is tryin’ to populate
I can tell you how the Vodka taste
The 4.5 lift you, sent you into outer space
Brah
