[Intro]
[?] on the track
[Verse 1 ?]
He wasn't talking 'bout no paper, dawg, so I ain't hear shit
Nigga acting like he serious, dawg, but he ain't with it
I don't play these niggas' music, they rap too many lyrics
I can press a button like Cerie, have them really killing
We send shit like missiles, I don't play with niggas
Think I had an epiphany, I'ma get [?]
We just get them [?], V.I.P. [?]
Payroll in the kitchen, quick to get the mixing
[Verse 2 ?]
Better make the right move, 'cause it could be your last one
We get shit done, without question, ain't no asking
It's us, it's them boys, nigga whips [?]
Concrete to the bone, hop on that bitch [?]
[?] my presents like I'm Gucci
The foreign on the highway, a nigga try one of us, I guess he tryna die today
Then it's fuck him then, but let's get back on track
All my niggas move in silence, they ain't gon' talk 'bout that
[Verse 3 ?]
Belly on Big Pun, I ain't trippin [?]
Put him on [?] for that money, know he missing
With that cannon like [?] through the trenches
[?] flowing through my kidneys
Push that button, start it
Welcome to my party
Captain for my squadren
[?]
Open up that moshpit, they go stupid, DJ Carnage
I was [?]
[?] on the track
[Verse 1 ?]
He wasn't talking 'bout no paper, dawg, so I ain't hear shit
Nigga acting like he serious, dawg, but he ain't with it
I don't play these niggas' music, they rap too many lyrics
I can press a button like Cerie, have them really killing
We send shit like missiles, I don't play with niggas
Think I had an epiphany, I'ma get [?]
We just get them [?], V.I.P. [?]
Payroll in the kitchen, quick to get the mixing
[Verse 2 ?]
Better make the right move, 'cause it could be your last one
We get shit done, without question, ain't no asking
It's us, it's them boys, nigga whips [?]
Concrete to the bone, hop on that bitch [?]
[?] my presents like I'm Gucci
The foreign on the highway, a nigga try one of us, I guess he tryna die today
Then it's fuck him then, but let's get back on track
All my niggas move in silence, they ain't gon' talk 'bout that
[Verse 3 ?]
Belly on Big Pun, I ain't trippin [?]
Put him on [?] for that money, know he missing
With that cannon like [?] through the trenches
[?] flowing through my kidneys
Push that button, start it
Welcome to my party
Captain for my squadren
[?]
Open up that moshpit, they go stupid, DJ Carnage
I was [?]
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