[Intro: Grenade]
Boy, ya better put a lid on it!

[Chorus: Matt and (Black Zodiak)]
Don’t talk shit, better check ya chin
(We’ll check your chin)
Can’t handle us, you don’t have thick skin
(Ya weakling skin)
Stop with that talk or we’ll check ya chin
(We’ll check your chin)
You better run along, you’re so wrong, you don’t want none

[Verse 1: Frankie]
We’re just some rappers, we’re in our prime
Just some misfits livin’ our lives of crime
Sellin’ weed, startin’ fights, Zodiak to be exact
Fuck up these bitches, we won’t look back
Undead, Matt, F, Z, L, 5 blows to the face
You’re on the ground, we’re gone with no trace
Causin’ some assaults, or we’ll cheat to steal
It’s not a lie, rappin’ about this, it’s for real
Better pay the dues or your gonna lose
Cause we’ll find you, we’re the most ruthless crew!

[Chorus: Matt and (Black Zodiak)]
Don’t talk shit, better check ya chin
(We’ll check your chin)
Can’t handle us, you don’t have thick skin
(Ya weakling skin)
Stop with that talk or we’ll check ya chin
(We’ll check your chin)
You better run along, you’re so wrong, you don’t want none
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