[Verse 1: Loe Pesci]
On rooftops and train yards see my squad 'round
When shit stinks it's instinct- don't let my guard down
Blackout- they all want power on the block now
But bullet heads taste sick sour like the cops 'round
Y'all deserve a pity-murder for ruining waves like a shitty surfer
While I'm painting streets like a city worker
Shining chrome- piece ain't a nine-milli burner-
Beef on walls- no flippin burgers when I grill and serve ya
Ghetto birds got you pitchin nervous-
Speaking code- so don't be greetin' Loes with suspicious wordage
Pissed you heard us- cause now you serve a fickle purpose
If I'm lava in Guatamala- you a little furnace
So dope drugs pay us to rep- drums pace in my steps
We mean business like frustrated execs
The clubs paying for drinks say you done payin for sex?
Bad bucks don't add up like skunk papers and cess
What we are to our craft is math to an economist-
Adds to what the profit is- bloodbath to pirana fish
My city reeks of drunk-asses and vomitin'
Just shitty beats with punk asses predominant
I take it back like at the store tryin' to trade my girl
I got a long 'to-do' list like my name is Earl
I bag your whore- bag the raw- get some paint and curl
Tag your door and write a quote that'll change the world/
On rooftops and train yards see my squad 'round
When shit stinks it's instinct- don't let my guard down
Blackout- they all want power on the block now
But bullet heads taste sick sour like the cops 'round
Y'all deserve a pity-murder for ruining waves like a shitty surfer
While I'm painting streets like a city worker
Shining chrome- piece ain't a nine-milli burner-
Beef on walls- no flippin burgers when I grill and serve ya
Ghetto birds got you pitchin nervous-
Speaking code- so don't be greetin' Loes with suspicious wordage
Pissed you heard us- cause now you serve a fickle purpose
If I'm lava in Guatamala- you a little furnace
So dope drugs pay us to rep- drums pace in my steps
We mean business like frustrated execs
The clubs paying for drinks say you done payin for sex?
Bad bucks don't add up like skunk papers and cess
What we are to our craft is math to an economist-
Adds to what the profit is- bloodbath to pirana fish
My city reeks of drunk-asses and vomitin'
Just shitty beats with punk asses predominant
I take it back like at the store tryin' to trade my girl
I got a long 'to-do' list like my name is Earl
I bag your whore- bag the raw- get some paint and curl
Tag your door and write a quote that'll change the world/
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