[Verse 1: D.C.]
You bring your knife to a gun fight, nigga get your mind right
Fucking with DC I send that ass into the next life
Have niggas laughin' at you, mashin' on you, talkin' shit
Smack you up, black you up, tack you up, now picture this
This nigga all on stage lookin' raggidy taking mine
I say no words, I play it cool, then I introduce Tech N9ne
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
And if you niggas wanna bang
It's all Jesus ain't nothing but a thing
Vill life motherfucker Tecca Nina
Leaving every bitch nigga slain
[Verse 3: Dalima]
Call me [?] criminal individual hit 'em with a four
So low under investigation by haters that wake mo' show
For the igga nay I'm [?] all of my oney may
Players get busted when haters discuss it, they shake
Lit makin' hooligans with the lyrical more grand
Lookin' over my shoulder for murder again
I heard my kin got popped up over a girl man
Never been a friend to a foe, a "yes" to a "no"
But I stay blessed like pope, make a nigga guess where I go
Yo, we down 151 bottles of rum quick
Performin' on beat, keeping it rockin' like some drum sticks
Label the [?], yeah, making this your first down
And if you got game chop it up like a pound
Knockin' dust to the ground town no for the mentally verbal assassin
With the D to the L-O-C yelling "We keep on blasting"
I'mma get up in it with lyrical games
Steadily hell he better be wearing a name
Creep with the milla heat under my seat
Cause haters on
You bring your knife to a gun fight, nigga get your mind right
Fucking with DC I send that ass into the next life
Have niggas laughin' at you, mashin' on you, talkin' shit
Smack you up, black you up, tack you up, now picture this
This nigga all on stage lookin' raggidy taking mine
I say no words, I play it cool, then I introduce Tech N9ne
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
And if you niggas wanna bang
It's all Jesus ain't nothing but a thing
Vill life motherfucker Tecca Nina
Leaving every bitch nigga slain
[Verse 3: Dalima]
Call me [?] criminal individual hit 'em with a four
So low under investigation by haters that wake mo' show
For the igga nay I'm [?] all of my oney may
Players get busted when haters discuss it, they shake
Lit makin' hooligans with the lyrical more grand
Lookin' over my shoulder for murder again
I heard my kin got popped up over a girl man
Never been a friend to a foe, a "yes" to a "no"
But I stay blessed like pope, make a nigga guess where I go
Yo, we down 151 bottles of rum quick
Performin' on beat, keeping it rockin' like some drum sticks
Label the [?], yeah, making this your first down
And if you got game chop it up like a pound
Knockin' dust to the ground town no for the mentally verbal assassin
With the D to the L-O-C yelling "We keep on blasting"
I'mma get up in it with lyrical games
Steadily hell he better be wearing a name
Creep with the milla heat under my seat
Cause haters on
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