Ron van Clief
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Yo
Check it
Toy soldiers, tucking the GAT
And jumping you rats
Looking for a comfortable tax (money)
It's 1:11 n***a, maxin out
Fuckin' bitches from the frat houses
Putting bitches on the casting couches, smoking ounces
Gang reserve
We take down prey
And split it how we deserve
Take a look down the way, and see that thunder
Huh, son of the devil
With many eyes of hunger
It's no way to beat the odds
Ain't no surviving is tougher
I level up with each blunt, and each meal kill
Lift the steel to your grill
N***a spray a windmill
Dump king you should kneel
Catch a wind-chill
N***as with skill
And when the demons try to destroy, the gods build
[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
Shells tap on the concrete
Like Savion feet
Young Thug, Danny Glover
Dick in the ghost with bulletproof
Waiting for a beat
Who crazy? Moor whores, saboteurs, or me?
We breaking your laws, we active World War 3
Beloved
Just let go the feminine bupkis
Trust there's more drums and sticks than Kentucky fried buckets
Buss it
Pour the rubbish for the known guzzlers
Rugged machismo
I tell my goomah "you need a husband"
Keep on fucking me doe
You keep on buggin', tell that kid "I'm your cousin"
He ain't gon buzz in
We just fucking mingo
Don't miss the steamboat
No Willie Bobo
Mofongo, my game is colder call me William
The Walther PPK was in the dope hole
So close
You caught some feelings, now smell a billion in the dojo
I'm kicking shit like Ronald Duncan
Me and my ninja trap, bunkin'
Ron van Clief, the last brunchin'
Conjunction junction, fuck is your function?
I'm like George Cofield
You like Bruce Lee, please
Don't get your ass punished
Yo
Check it
Toy soldiers, tucking the GAT
And jumping you rats
Looking for a comfortable tax (money)
It's 1:11 n***a, maxin out
Fuckin' bitches from the frat houses
Putting bitches on the casting couches, smoking ounces
Gang reserve
We take down prey
And split it how we deserve
Take a look down the way, and see that thunder
Huh, son of the devil
With many eyes of hunger
It's no way to beat the odds
Ain't no surviving is tougher
I level up with each blunt, and each meal kill
Lift the steel to your grill
N***a spray a windmill
Dump king you should kneel
Catch a wind-chill
N***as with skill
And when the demons try to destroy, the gods build
[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
Shells tap on the concrete
Like Savion feet
Young Thug, Danny Glover
Dick in the ghost with bulletproof
Waiting for a beat
Who crazy? Moor whores, saboteurs, or me?
We breaking your laws, we active World War 3
Beloved
Just let go the feminine bupkis
Trust there's more drums and sticks than Kentucky fried buckets
Buss it
Pour the rubbish for the known guzzlers
Rugged machismo
I tell my goomah "you need a husband"
Keep on fucking me doe
You keep on buggin', tell that kid "I'm your cousin"
He ain't gon buzz in
We just fucking mingo
Don't miss the steamboat
No Willie Bobo
Mofongo, my game is colder call me William
The Walther PPK was in the dope hole
So close
You caught some feelings, now smell a billion in the dojo
I'm kicking shit like Ronald Duncan
Me and my ninja trap, bunkin'
Ron van Clief, the last brunchin'
Conjunction junction, fuck is your function?
I'm like George Cofield
You like Bruce Lee, please
Don't get your ass punished