Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist Burnt
! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggaz raise up, spend your
t fuck with the rhymes I conduct I fuck this mic like some big Mike slut Put your big shoes on now walk your struts Thought your last rugged cuts was
two gunnys Slammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my Red Monkeys Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfy Blow your head off like lunch meat Chef
, both arms rock when coke dropped We read a hundred niggaz palms silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your
Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your
't belong here I be the chef in hells kitchen Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the records skipping My competition gotta keep me at arms distance I know
't belong here I be the Chef in Hells Kitchen Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records skipping My competition gotta keep me at arms distance I know
rap scar is on rap chrome Put it on seal it on, we're silicone Spark it on your Talkathon This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms Hit me on
charged like a socket Whips be cleaner than a fuck Jewels basically struck Strait up Brolox style Layin in the cut Bottles strictly done Ring the alarm Rollie on the arm Arms
your nostrils clear (yeah) Come on, sniff your brains out All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah) Who's down with drug smuggling Cappadonna, Golden Arms
here Yo Shorty cross your arms Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer Rocky road roll dark greener Cream fade mas, name your
raised out on these mean streets You know where poverty and hell meet Brothers get jail and life's for sale, cheap Since momma held me in her arms to
out west Somewhere in Africa The Feds is after us, vest on my back Whippin' the Acuras, feel like a Mac bustin' A rug in Preston on percussion I'll bust in your
] I'm trappin' and cursin' for rappin' the Chinese Down south finest it's Gucci your hinus Crazy color diamonds they got me shinin' Bitch arms up climbin
man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your
you in the box, one hand across the other A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother One of your grandparents, even your baby brother 'Cause
