Honcho MC Eiht (Ft. Conway the Machine & DJ Premier)

[Chorus/Intro: Premier scratching & Conway the Machine]
Hold up, back up
Yeah, nigga
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No-no-n-no-no-no time to hide
You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga, gangsta shit, fuck nigga
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No-no-n-no-no-no-no time to hide
Drive-bys in broad daylight, nigga (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
Give a fuck who outside, boy
No-no-no-no time to hide
Look, look, look (Brrrr)

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
We got guns like the military
Kill and bury all the opps until I fill a cemetery (Hahahahaha)
You know the motto, I smoke the Gelato, lemon-cherry
Fifty-clip in every stick I carry, I’m a visionary (Uh-huh)
I seen this shit 'fore it came to fruition (No cap)
When I used to be recitin' my shit while I was baggin’ 'caine in the kitchen (Whip up)
Weighin' and whippin', I got shot in my head, I almost died, bro
I came within inches: why I been stayin' relentless (I'm on shit)
Yeah, at fifteen, caught a body
Turned around and looked for witnesses, but never saw nobody
How I'm breakin' bricks up with my hands? I wasn’t taught karate
I just flipped that shit and took the bands
And went and bought a Masi (Vroom)
Ridin’ with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'em
My brother on parole, he still ridin’ with his gun on him (He got his blicky, nigga)
Whippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (Uh-huh)
Stay in your lane, this your one warning (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)
Machine, bitch