[Intro: Murder One]
Man, you still talking, you still tryna test me
Your boys already took off running
Now what you gonna do?
You gonna get it off your chest or are we gonna sit here and talk about it?
Now what you gonna do?
[Hook: K-Rino]
If it's a problem when you see me, let it be addressed
We grown men, don't hold it in boy, get it off your chest
Don't beat around the bush, let's square it off and kill the plex
You felt the first one, them boys you came with come duress
[Verse 1: K-Rino]
I'm stretching haters out like plastic men, I blew 'em away just like a drastic wind
I've got a 6 foot hole that I'm dying to put your casket in
If you ain't knowing about my skill level, go ask a friend
You got a beef card with my name on it, come cash it in
Know that's my title that you holding boy, [?]
And it's my bedroom that your girlfriend is relaxing in
I hold my power boy just like Shaq when he bats it in
In fact my words attack the mic before the tracks begin
I got a Black Book that I wrote this killer passage in
Walk in a store with a MAC-10 wearing a black mask and win
Whether or not I spare your life or kill your ass depends
You took off first and ran real fast but came in last again
Throw caution to the wind, I swing and catch a bastard’s chin
His cranium was the spot that he got blasted in
I'm aggravated for detention G, 2 man degree
They tapped my phone so telepathic messages I had to send
Man, you still talking, you still tryna test me
Your boys already took off running
Now what you gonna do?
You gonna get it off your chest or are we gonna sit here and talk about it?
Now what you gonna do?
[Hook: K-Rino]
If it's a problem when you see me, let it be addressed
We grown men, don't hold it in boy, get it off your chest
Don't beat around the bush, let's square it off and kill the plex
You felt the first one, them boys you came with come duress
[Verse 1: K-Rino]
I'm stretching haters out like plastic men, I blew 'em away just like a drastic wind
I've got a 6 foot hole that I'm dying to put your casket in
If you ain't knowing about my skill level, go ask a friend
You got a beef card with my name on it, come cash it in
Know that's my title that you holding boy, [?]
And it's my bedroom that your girlfriend is relaxing in
I hold my power boy just like Shaq when he bats it in
In fact my words attack the mic before the tracks begin
I got a Black Book that I wrote this killer passage in
Walk in a store with a MAC-10 wearing a black mask and win
Whether or not I spare your life or kill your ass depends
You took off first and ran real fast but came in last again
Throw caution to the wind, I swing and catch a bastard’s chin
His cranium was the spot that he got blasted in
I'm aggravated for detention G, 2 man degree
They tapped my phone so telepathic messages I had to send
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