[Intro]
All the real badman dem' step forward
We are gonna smash it
Put, put up your hand in the air (Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, what the fuck)
Put, put up your hand in the air (Yeah, yeah)
Put, put up your hand in the air (Yo, yeah, yeah, check)
Put, put up your hand in the air (Yo, ayo)

[Verse 1]
Play dirty after hours round cutties where they snortin' shit (Yeah)
Now my sound buzzin' round offices
Live from New York where crimies'll clap the pork off a officer (Uh, uh, uh)
Sad that the one to betray you is who you often trust
You lost in lust, blinded by the light I illuminate (Yeah)
You light cruiser weight, fifty-twos bust through your facе
No surprise, tell by your vibe that you was fakе
But those guys I don't coincide, I move away (Fuck outta here)
Do what you do but you can't fuck with nothing I do display
I'm still gettin ill, breakin' necks in the Kumite (Uh huh)
Now I upgraded, the greatest with a newer wave
Muggs threw the uzi and he said "come through and spray" (Brr)
The whole crowd, all you see is bodies and a smoke cloud
I been killin' shit, that's why the flow so foul
Went from prisoner to popular, your hoe know now (Aha)
You got to run a profit up, it's lookin oh so wild
You fools got over with a so-so style, that shit is over now (N***as fake)
I'll lap you three times, bow down, salute the golden child
Ayo, check

[Verse 2]
To be draped in gold, livin' like a king that be my destiny (Aha)
With pretty bitches in my section caressin' me pleasantly (Yeah)
I been half finessin' you n***as can never mess with me (Never)
I flex like brolic biceps, been had the recipe
Every time I'm on the set it's rest in peace
Fuck rest, I'd rather catch OD rec until I get the feast (Ka-ching)
Only fucking with robbers, never respect a thief
Didn't listen to the preacher preach, I was in the street
Didn't understand how they could kill a man until I seen
Blood and brains splattered on the scene, not a TV screen (Nah)
Follow nothing, make my own way, nobody leading me
Body after body, bitch I lead the league easily (Yeah)
They worship Rome Streetz like he a deity (Uhu)
Still the flow is oh so ghetto like Jay Z in D&D (Wow)
All my rhymes like TNT, I'm taking a title slapping ya idol then I slide in my CDGs
Pumpin' that poisonous product like BDP
Every other day I need to re (Brapp)

Put up your hand in the air (Boo, boo, boo, boo)
Put, put up your hand in the air
Put, put up your hand in the air (Boo, boo, boo, boo)
Put, put up your hand in the air (Boo, boo, boo, boo)
Put, put up your hand in the air
Put, put up your hand in the air (Boo, boo, boo, boo)
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Assassins