[Intro: Crimeapple]
Woah, woah, woah
I mean, like I could try to miss
Prolly still shoot the lights out in this bitch (Really)
What do you want me to tell you, huh?
Dígame, yeah
Woah (Uh-huh), woah

[Verse 1: Crimeapple]
A lame pulled up an old clip of me freestylin' with no beard
Said, "Crime, you wasn't ill", turn Urkel to Stefan like Jaleel (Woah)
What's the matter with you?
You sounded same for ten years
Wait, why you so fine and standin' still?
I been gettin' to it, sonny, like green bluish money
You got pipe dreams, I make a livin', one of us movin' funny
Shit, I don't be doin' much: cream pies, facials
To my Taiwanese biracial queen, you should see my stable
Keep a heavy bitch in there, too, in case the winter was harsh
It's August now, prеtty sure I haven't hit it since March (Woah)
Y'all bе threatenin' to bite but that ain't shit but a bark (Nah, man)
Thinkin' you got tough genes until they get hit with the starch
I used to be the type to sit in the park with OGs to pick up game
And watch pick-up games
Even when they were sittin' there sniffin' 'caine
But now ain't shit the same; I'm in a different type of ballgame
Although I heard Red still out here pourin' beer in his cornflakes (Ayo, Red, what up?)
Papered up, still smokin' Black and Milds at the banquet
My cousin just came home, can't leave, he got the anklet (Woah, woah)
Lot of anguish, a lame wanna see me die, but it's dangerous
Certified, touch me, then the hit gotta be sanctioned
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
Nobody give you the stamp 'cause you not valid (Stupid)
The same three words describe you, you not solid (You not)
I let my dogs eat first and they Rottweilin'
You go to Pete Cetera, he give you a rock ballad (Hahahaha)
Terry Melcher at the mansion (At the mansion)
Mama Cass, new Manson (Tell me)
Greaseballs, my people, they sing opera (Oh, what about [?])
Anatomy of the Zulu Army with King Shaka (Boom, boom, boom)
We gettin' money, avocado is green (It is)
I should smack whoever told you you should follow your dreams
I be low-key incommunicado machine
This is Barranquilla, Tomás Maldonado the scene (Hermanito!)
Straight up and down, I'm embarrassed for you bitches (I am)
Can't pick a high life for my embarrassment of riches (Nah)
Welcome home, money, I'ma bury me a bag (Gimme the bag)
If he say another word, he losin' everything he had, dummy

[Outro: Vinnie Paz]
(Ha-ha-ha! Yeah!)
Pack Pistol Pazienza and all that
Montega!
Hermano!
Yo, Lance, this anotha one!
Yo, Crime we got another un para!
Hermanito!
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)