Plain To See Cutthoat Committee (Ft. Tic)

[Verse 1: Tic]
You know I got issues, first one on the menu
Million dollars make them holler let the game continue
[?] like the day to keep the [?] ballers, Bossalini
Easy, breezy, with the fly bikini
Woodgrain, luxury living and big fame
It's a damn shame how we scrape for change
We made the priority, got hustle from [?] street
Cartel Park, gate services and royalties
Ya heard of me, the beat so [?]
In god we trust, [?] is the Treacherous
Bust out the woofers in your navi
Gold and scratch happy
Make a [?] freak nasty, fly and classy

[Verse 2: PSD]
Armored truck hold up, showed up with mini's
Got away with 90 pounds of twomps, fifties and benji's
But shame on the lame that lost his fucking brain
Caught a half of clip of hollow tips for touching on his thang
And if you're slain you tell 'em Lucifer sent cha
Let 'em load it if it's eye for eye, denture for denture
'Cause you know the lack of jobs made us who and what we are
[?]
Ain't no mystery, history to get busy for some scrilla
Label us capable and say we them niggas
Murk the wittnesses and botch your plan
Have my folks in court to put the red dot on the man