Survival of the Spitters J.R. Writer (Ft. DJ Kay Slay, Oun-P & Termanology)

[Intro]
Uh, I got 'em
Kay Slay what's goodie, huh
Harlem, thunder
(G.U.N. Productions)

[Verse 1]
Look, Henny beef on the ave, bunch of loose cams (cams)
When I reach in my bag, I use two hands (click-clack)
Oh, your heaters are blast? Let them two's blam
Only place you'll reach for the mag is at a new stare
Henny beef on the ave, bunch of loose cams (cams)
When I reach in my bag, I use two hands (click-clack)
Oh, your heaters are blast? Let them two's blam
Only place you'll reach for the mag is at a new stare (talk)
Boy you caps lyin', it's a fact (fact)
Hope a train hit you how you lyin' on the track (track)
Lyin' in ya raps, fall from line you's a rat
You get hit with so much caps you ain't gotta buy a hat
And I don't make any threats
I know a n[]a from the Jecks that will pay his respects (pow)
Then come through the set when I say that you next
Don't make me put some money on you like I'm placin' a bet
Check, check
Speaking of checks (cha-ching), the check cleared
So you know I'm stuntin' (till' when?) from now and the next year
Yeah, it's literally funny
How a n[]a get to it like I'm pickin' on the money