Out The Frame Havoc & The Alchemist

[Produced by The Alchemist]

[Verse 1: Havoc]
Get your fucking paper now that’s the math
Promote these motherfuckers, can’t even add
So I expect nothing less from them
When the hate come you can dish it out but just be ready to take one
Head shot, body shot, get your shit filled
Like a cavity my hammer like the dentist drill
No novacaine, feeling all the pain
Watch you squeal and squirm, but they never learn
Till a man is down and not on his luck
On his fucking back, soul rising up
To the heavens to the essense wherever they go
I don’t give a fuck, that nigga had to go
Now send you home but the fuck up out of here
Only thing I sheded for them alligator tears
Motherfuckers always screaming this is our year
Yeah, yeah motherfucker said it last year

[Hook]
We popping off the first time you get told
We play no games, no more games
That shit dead so move along ‘fore you get your ass torn
Straight out the frame, out the frame
Filled with lead