[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Be afraid is your best option
Your brain on the wall, your eyes on your desk watchin’
Versace chopsticks and rock shrimps the top chefs
Experts at makin’ Pyrex stretch
El Magico all it take is half a shotty to catch a body
He had the fuckin’ silencer wrapped up like a salami
Shot three of you’s, sounded like a baby sneeze
Stick trigger fully automatic baby squeeze
I sent shooters on scooters
Snipers on motorcycles, cruisers out of Ubers
Plus I supplied the Rugers
UZI’s, Llamas and Lugers, Illuminati Palooza
Plus I don't know how you maneuver
Make a move I’ll leave your fuckin’ head smokin’ like a Hookah
Give your dome piece a crew-cut
It’ll happen so fast you won’t even know who or what

[Interlude]
Be Afraid!

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look, thirty shot Mac, violators perish (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)
Got in the game with a flow that niggas obviously cherished
Jump out the Masi the shit on my necklace about a hundred carats (Talk to 'em!)
Hand on my shotty and I’m probably finna air it (Boom boom boom boom!)
I shit on anything niggas send me to spit on (Ah!)
Any niggas get out of line I dump a clip on
Before rap I was in them kitchens getting’ my mix on
Carpal tunnel all in my wrist from getting’ my whip on
I’m realer than the rappers you deem to be real niggas
You call ‘em big homies, to me he a lil’ nigga (Haaah!)
If it’s smoke, I ain’t never to busy to deal with ya
But I call Lil' Brody and ensure that you killed quicker
Spill liquor, still pictures on light poles (Huh)
Drum all in the stick, it ain’t heavy, that’s the light pole
Send peace on your head, yeah, I know the price low
They wanna make sure it’s done before the end of the night tho (Hahaha!)
Machine, alright yo?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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