[Intro: Sample]
"We turn now to that other developing headline tonight. The notorious drug lord, El Chapo, who escaped months ago, into that mile long tunnel, carved beneath his prison cell with full electricity, and a motorcycle waiting, tonight captured
Here's the poster just released. El Chapo now caught, but it came after a bloody shootout"
Brrrrt!
Fuck!
[Verse: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Ayo, I'll make sure your whole family get a closed casket
Three to the face, shit was so tragic
Got rust on the trey, but the shit classic
The rubber band wrapped around the TEC nasty (Brrrt)
Uh, shell casings on the playground (Cap)
Catch a body then dip the blammer on a Greyhound (Uh)
Dump the work in the acid, forty for a brick, I shot the nigga just for taxin' (Hahahaha)
Say my name on a record, I might feel disrespected
Catch you leavin' Shade 45 and strip you naked (Haaah)
My little nigga, 13, got two bodies
Hit the yola with the Hammer, shit too rocky
Cooker whippin' in the stash house
Two grams from every brick, he left with a half ounce
Took all his profits, went Goyard shopping
Before a nigga had the store in my locker
I'm Radio Raheem with no boombox
Chopper long as a broom, get everybody in the room shot (BRRRRRR)
Drum on the Glock, that's how the goons rock (Cap)
Vuitton letterman, 350 moon rocks
"We turn now to that other developing headline tonight. The notorious drug lord, El Chapo, who escaped months ago, into that mile long tunnel, carved beneath his prison cell with full electricity, and a motorcycle waiting, tonight captured
Here's the poster just released. El Chapo now caught, but it came after a bloody shootout"
Brrrrt!
Fuck!
[Verse: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Ayo, I'll make sure your whole family get a closed casket
Three to the face, shit was so tragic
Got rust on the trey, but the shit classic
The rubber band wrapped around the TEC nasty (Brrrt)
Uh, shell casings on the playground (Cap)
Catch a body then dip the blammer on a Greyhound (Uh)
Dump the work in the acid, forty for a brick, I shot the nigga just for taxin' (Hahahaha)
Say my name on a record, I might feel disrespected
Catch you leavin' Shade 45 and strip you naked (Haaah)
My little nigga, 13, got two bodies
Hit the yola with the Hammer, shit too rocky
Cooker whippin' in the stash house
Two grams from every brick, he left with a half ounce
Took all his profits, went Goyard shopping
Before a nigga had the store in my locker
I'm Radio Raheem with no boombox
Chopper long as a broom, get everybody in the room shot (BRRRRRR)
Drum on the Glock, that's how the goons rock (Cap)
Vuitton letterman, 350 moon rocks
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