The Hurt Business Westside Gunn, Smoke DZA & Wale

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
(Grr)
Ayo
(Grr)
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
(Grr)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, I'm on the Lear talkin' Flair
His face all bloody, robe hangin' off, got hit with a chair (Ah)
Wore our best tints to the dance floor, Greg Valentine lower tops
Blow his brains out, right off the handlebars (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Doggypile the Di Vinci's, tremendous
Push a three door Benz, they never comin' out, I had twins (Skrrt)
Walked up on him, pulled my gun out close, take that fuckin' chain off (Take that fuckin' shit off)
I need that money and that socks filled with bags of dope (Ah)
Duffel bag rumors when we re'd up
My dread shot five niggas, move to VA and rock the Caesar (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Peace almighty, grimy (Peacе)
Kimbo edition, my alma mater is Fedеral prison (Ah)
Guess who ran the day room? Don't touch the wrong TV
I'm watchin' 106 and Park with my shades on
Niggas gettin' pleasure when they toe tag your vintage Gaultier (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm talkin' old fashion, shooter got a coke habit (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus: Westside Gunn & Smoke DZA]
Ayo, the flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots ('Til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my niggas in the box (All my niggas in the box)
When one come home, then another get knocked (Then another get knocked)
Flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, 'til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my niggas in the box (All my niggas in the box, ah, Kushed God, bitch)
When one come home, then another got knocked (Uh, then another get knocked)