[Part 1]
These n***as talking like they wanted war
Test D.N.A. that's what they got Maury for
Got her legs out looking like when Jordan score
Said she busted for hours like she on a tour
Wanted two kicks, n***as said he bought her four
Now he feeling like Ray Lewis, he bought her more
Got my n***as moving work by the corner store
Someone be serving you it ain't a four for four
Lord, we gon' go and let them 380s shoot
This other hammer is from down south, my Trae Tha Truth
You n***as couldn't hang with us if we made a noose
Now they got me back spazzing, a great masseuse
Shit, I'ma get this money like it's '82
Shit, I'm gonna wear these J's 'cause they baby blue
Shit, I'ma keep on winning, know you hate me too
Call my n***a raise up and make him raise the roof
Got your girl like Kobe on both knees
Fuck cheating her man knew, Ginóbili
Now we moving four quarters, OT
And now we out in' the cold, because he OD'd
Still box a n***a, Mosely
Still sock a n***a, Mick Foley
I show you where them cans is, I don't know chiefs
I weighed out my options with the old heat
Still got them young guns, we don't know Neef
You still got them seats right by the nosebleeds
N***as dream-chasing, y'all don't even know Meek
Shit, it's New York City n***a, we don't sleep
Shit, n***as say they good, but we more than nice
Talking bout we got shit, what we on tonight
My n***as doing drive-bys on a motorbike
See if he can bear cans, thinking that Corona lite
Light, I switched up to another grind
They say n***as act up in the summertime
Bout to catch a case, n***as front on one of mine
Yeah its all cool, I'll goon on the other line
Line, well I'm the bomb like napalm
N***as want more? I'm at your door like Avon
Just bought a Mack, all black like Akon
Stepped on the scene for the green like Draymond
Yeah we on to ya n***a we been bored of ya
Shooter he a foreigner met him out in Florida
Corona sent you n***as to the coroner
KD came to bring the thunder to your warriors
Yeah I'm tripping liquor in my system
Said I act different but a n***a ain't slippin'
I'm real cool make a move you'll be missing
Not from Baltimore but got the Cal like Ripken
N***as stop hyping them they ain't gonna ride with them
N***as want beef want war go invite 'em in
My man got 25 they indicted him
Now we on the island like Houston, Iverson
Stop frontin' bout your wit that's your man's Ford
I've been choking all you n***as with the damn cord
Might stab you in the neck with your man's sword
Hov got the keys but what's that to a landlord
Yeah we running shit never did I lie
I always got the bars, I'm ready with them rhymes
RIP to homies MAC-11 in the sky
Corona, Queens n***a 107 'til we die
[Part 2]
Oh they got me on Flex, let's do it proper
I never been subliminal, I'm frank like Sinatra
Dressed in all black, shit, I look like a mobster
Do the linguini, the fettuccine, or the lobster
You won't lose your noodle with me and need a doctor
He gon' need an angel here, he's an imposter
Noodle angel hair, n***a, that's pasta
Still bring the thunder to your block like Ibaka
The hammers that I got look like they came out of Contra
Nicknamed 'em Meek 'cause this mill is a monster
Ride through the city like Biggie, we know who shot you
That's his wife, I give him a shell, Obama
Couple years ago, shit, I ain't have a dollar
But plan for the future, now I'm fuckin' up some commas
I roll with them shottas, nicknamed them the rastas
They ain't never scared, they warriors, Iguodala
I know you can't stand me, they ride around the city with the slammy
In the BMW or the Camry
Tim Allen with the tools you know those come in handy
Brother Fabulous with the Cain, but that's the family
Get behind the wheel and let it peel, Xanny
You n***as ain't real, I'm in the field, Landry
Running all your lips, they got the Smith, Yandy
Talkin' bout your hands, they got the cans, pantry
Where I'm from, where n***as airheads, it ain't the candy
Bullets around here 'bout the size of a Grammy
Or we could just wipe out homes, Hurricane Sandy
Or I could have something dark liquor, Brandy
Lyrically on top, killing n***as on blocks
Fuck a hitman, we can get Siri to get him shot
I'm a bad boy, they's asking Diddy get n***as bopped
I'm a Mets fan that's why the city feel that I'm hot
It's Hot 9 on doomsday, me, this on Tuesday
And this is where the game stops and we ain't talkin' 2K
Been have them clear wins I ain't talkin' Blu-ray
Body n***as in London, still lookin' for UK
When I first started, they ain't listen before
Shit I learned from MJ how to get 'em the score
I learned from Magic and Eazy 'bout hitting it raw
Learn from Biggie and Diddy how to kick in the door
Shit I learned from DMX to make 'em get on the floor
Learned how to get the juice from watching Mr. Shakur
I'm at the next n***a's scalp on the next n***a's house
It's NWX, Flex, the best n***as out