Gimme KMD

(Check check run it)
(Uunh, put a little more bass in the bassline)

[Verse 1: Subroc]
Gimme a girl — if not, I'll still pull it
Gimme a TEC 9 millimeter, full 'em bullets
Gimme like eight quarters for every buck
Gimme three feet, I swing too fast and duck, you suck!
I give ya gutter balls if you plan strikes
'Cause I'm the pin hitter, skinner of my likes
You get it all back in a big bunch of PSYCHES
First, gimme props and double check 'em like Nike's
I be a old man if ya judge by my thoughts
Gimme none of those, I take no shorts
Um, if in case ya stop flippin'
Gimme, now take it back and let ya Waltz, uh, Whitman
Gimme guidelines, gimme my toast
You pronounce tomatoes, I pronounce tomahtoes
Yo, black, that's my cheese! Don't touch! It's nachos
I'm a dog every day, I taste el gatos (That's riiiiiight!)
Gimme good eats and don't think to pork it
I gots a plank and I'll make your mother walk it
Don't talk shit, New York I stalk it
Gimme a reason to shut your mouth, my fist'll caulk it!
What ya got?!