[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Bitch, we be that shit, that's right
Number two, boo-boo, straight caca (Yeah)
I smoke ganja with a dreadlocked rasta
Move like Frank, you will die like a hassa
Move like Jesus, die like a martyr
Hell of a choice when you're riding on the MARTA
Trying to get some hoes in the hot car
How far is we away, man? Not far
The greatness they claim, not all
Are not, we are those juggernauts
Me El, we hail
Like a young Che Guevara and Fidel Castro
Cash flow, car full of females
Bad hoes, we in the DR
Any fuck rapper boy gettin' out of line
I pray the preacher beat him to the goddamn ER (ER, ER, ER)
I spit them country rap tunes like Hee-Haw
Cocaine flow, fish scale, no re-rock
Take a snort for yourself, shawty, see
"He raw... (sniff) See, he raw!"
That’s you, shawty, go on, snort your nose off
Then put the news in the street, Tom Brokaw
'Cause of you, shawty met a bad snow bitch out of Brooklyn
And that Brooklyn bitch straight got broke off
Yeah, she called her homegirl from the BX
Freaky lil 'Rican brought X and we sexed
Couple months later, brought 'em down to Atlanta
And let 'em style on the 'bamas, that's right, yeah, we flex
Heard she got a baby daddy and a nigga acting aggy
Runnin' 'round talkin' 'bout yeah, he 'plexed
Nigga better pray for a ho like he Tebow though
'Cause right now, he stay losin’ like the Jets
Bitch, we be that shit, that's right
Number two, boo-boo, straight caca (Yeah)
I smoke ganja with a dreadlocked rasta
Move like Frank, you will die like a hassa
Move like Jesus, die like a martyr
Hell of a choice when you're riding on the MARTA
Trying to get some hoes in the hot car
How far is we away, man? Not far
The greatness they claim, not all
Are not, we are those juggernauts
Me El, we hail
Like a young Che Guevara and Fidel Castro
Cash flow, car full of females
Bad hoes, we in the DR
Any fuck rapper boy gettin' out of line
I pray the preacher beat him to the goddamn ER (ER, ER, ER)
I spit them country rap tunes like Hee-Haw
Cocaine flow, fish scale, no re-rock
Take a snort for yourself, shawty, see
"He raw... (sniff) See, he raw!"
That’s you, shawty, go on, snort your nose off
Then put the news in the street, Tom Brokaw
'Cause of you, shawty met a bad snow bitch out of Brooklyn
And that Brooklyn bitch straight got broke off
Yeah, she called her homegirl from the BX
Freaky lil 'Rican brought X and we sexed
Couple months later, brought 'em down to Atlanta
And let 'em style on the 'bamas, that's right, yeah, we flex
Heard she got a baby daddy and a nigga acting aggy
Runnin' 'round talkin' 'bout yeah, he 'plexed
Nigga better pray for a ho like he Tebow though
'Cause right now, he stay losin’ like the Jets
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