[Intro]
Uh!
Fuck with a fuck n***a
You know, you know what i'm saying
We go make shit precise and drop bombs in a second
Doing like that we doing it like that

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
Fuck a hater
I take em out with a fader no love for em'
It's a disgrace in this place why they mommas ain't abort them
I take off on them feel like you got hit by four men
No bullshitting feel like you got hit by four men
Live from the reservoir the departed call me the underdog
How the fuck I'm under y'all
Ma spit game insane check out ma catalog
I did this when [?] made this heart to heart
Fuck a mic check 1-2 or yes yes y'all
Chin check n***a pa pa pow crack yo glass jaw
You punk ass get what you asked for
Next time n***a get you a head crash bar
No joke, homie you will get smoked
I come back to the cemetary start popping at your ghost
Don't get it fucked up thinking it's entertainment
It's the marksman regime n***a, what you mean
[Verse 2: Aspects]
About your day steam you lean use your brain
Cause shit can change when you catch one of yo friends
Helping the same [?] that set you house on flames
Stop frontin' and watch yo fucking mouth [?]
I don't bullshit you ever seen a full grip
He knows [?] where the fuck it's those who know shit
Ma flow sick if you getting noticed with the dope it's getting flowing
And I don't need no motive let you know this how we rollin
I'm a mother fucking villan bringing down the building
With my Timothy McVeigh only know women and children
I murder everything I touch i'm on the grim reaper
I been deeper with or without a sick feature
I inhale and exhale on the microphones
Same way I do everytime when I light the bong
And this a rap mother fucker why you bang them
What's good what's hood now fuck what's banging

[Chorus]
What's good what's hood
Homie now what's poppin'
We mashin' on the motherfuckers
There is no stopping
What's good what's hood
Homie now what's rockin'
Fuck all these doctors put his body in a coffin
Whats good whats hood
Homie now what's poppin'
We mashin' on the motherfuckers
There is no stopping
What's good what's hood [x4]
[Verse 3: Sicknature]
Yo the game has been transformed
Invaded by labels to lack heart
But now the goons are in the place start taking your hats off
I rep Goon Musick the most amazing of platforms
With the flow so dark it would make Vader look pale wit a mask on
Sickest of problems cause he’s sparker than the broadway
One sucker artist perform and puts on us in the wrong way
True artist have their portrait they don’t ever work hard
They’re too busy walking their chihuahuas on their off days
(Fuck outta here!)
Dont be prima donnas in a dark place
Tongue much sharper than a Hatori Hanzo forged blade
All praise second the cold snowman
Make yo equals get smaller than a harpered dick in the cold ocean
It’s obvious it’s not a threat it’s a promise
While you sit and do nothing I demolish shit i’m atomic
Come follow us I’m in love with all the tits that [?]
Ever rhyme is like a Leonardis cake of the stomach

[Verse 4: Billy Danze]
N***a I’m from Saratoga avenue I ain’t with the games
Came up around killers I’m different from you lames (M.O.P.)
Blast em ya’ll know we bang (Brownsville)
I got traces of wicked in my veins
The realest gorilla n***as know to keep it in their lane
I’m like riddling n***a my adrenaline is insane
The (more!) getter the come,the (more!) harder they get
The (more!) gangster it is I’m, honoured to spit
Head shots (Boom!) aimed at the collar bone
Patience I’m casing the place waiting on homes
This motherfucker owe me something I don’t want the throne
And you ain’t gotta hand me shit I get it on my won
My status is well above average Class A
Ya’ll n***as are past gay I’m damn near savage
Here we do it the raw way B.K
Gangsta, n***a all day all day
[Chorus]

[Outro]
From the soul ya’ll
Hold this shit down
We we we doing it like that
You, you know what i’m saying
We go make shit precise and drop bombs in a second
[Scratching] - doing it like that
[Scratching] - we doing it like that