Spookfest Footsie (Ft. Chronik, D Double E, Jammer, Jme & P Money)

[Verse 1: Footsie]
Random ones
Start spraying off bars, random ones
If you listen up close, inna my lyrics, you'll hear pars like random ones (random)
Nah, we can't work in tandem ones (tandem)
Kidnap the game on a ransom one
Come to your yard, ransom ones
Slap man at his door, spank some ones
Ugly, this ain't handsome, son
Everyting's loaded, you'll get folded (I'm loaded)
Don't act up, I'll hand you son
Or I can do it old school and land you one (bang)
Before you've blinked I've banged you one
A good nights sleep I'll hand you one
That pussy'ole said that he don't like me (so)
Don't watch that, I can't stand you son

[Verse 2: Jme]
I'm sick
I used to be on foot on the strip
But that's not the lick so man copped a whip
Part cash and part plastic
Now feds wanna search my shit (what)
Like 99 problems bitch
But that's not the lick so I give them lip (truss)
You can't take Jme for a prick
I'm hustling like Tip and Chip
I used to move bits in the bits
But that's not the lick so I fixed up quick (sick)
Now I pick up the mic and spit
I make capital Gs like Eric Schmidt (what)
I will never lyrically slip
Cause that's not the lick
Man are making hits
The day I die is the day I quit (safe)