[Verse:]
Smash you not im everythiing you not
Le-le-let d party poppin
On the booz, two step
In the party, in the house[x4]
Yea dese n***as say they wanna see me on d mic right
Yea, got Daz on d table punk
Please Writers only, we gon’ smash on dese bustaz
Yea, who wanna see me on d mic?
Yea im gona serve these n***as just calm down
An watch this shit look
Posess it a few times, persistence is a must
Who do I trust-me mothafucka
That’s it, that’s all no more talk, no more rap n***a jus like dat
When seeds get barricaded, persuaded
To get but naked an run roun neckless
I’m pure, I’m more than fo’ sure
I quake ship here an bring it to d shore
To d more, fucka, I’m tha red thorn
I’m wit tiger, rider, part 2 part 4
Dillinge, Young Gotti, part 1 part 2
D next segment n***a part 3 part 4
We at d end n***a what d fuck you start for
We piranha, we like to find like eels
Off marriage a juana shootin iguanas
Look, microphones ain’t allowed here n***a
Told you punk ass don’t come out here n***a
I’m bout to take everything ya own
I’m a cobra, talkin bout d cobra soldier
Ima separate yo soldiers an fire yo dome
Ima show you everythang that I’m ridin fo’
Precision,Man I’m so precise, I’m tha universe, everythang lies in I
Give respect off a technicality, airtakin like germs an allergies
Effervescent pure poetry, cataclysmic, I stay in yo system
Cold virus, fumming occu vitis, effective like malaria an laryngitis
Turn dat bitch ass n***a throw shit bias
Most a dese poetry observers biased or most schools like UCLA an Titus
Egmen, I got problems Gotti peshy, one to da middle an one to da top
N***as come in an stand in an stop, an dat’s when we stop an sang dis top