[Verse 1: Method Man]
I’m that OG, some of y’all know me
I used to cop greens from 4G, nickels, dimes and oz’s
I’m like Thor’s brother, so low key
I might swing a hammer, provoke me
Put a shooter where Ko - be
Tell ya like somebody done told me
Never trust nobody who owe me and any wife is a trophy
If Meth the mortician, you know that shovel is on me
To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely

[Verse 2: Kash Verrazano]
I’m all about the Benjis
But that bring jealousy and envy
Don’t trust niggas, they smile it seems friendly
I’ll be damned if I pass up
It’s for bricks when I mask up and run down
On em to get my cash up
Cash Verrazano J Reeds is getting lined up
Sam Rothstein when I lean slump with the 9 tucked
Come and take a trip to the dark side
Fuck around with pigs, they gonna find your body hog-tied
No guys saying they neutral but playing both sides
Homicide housing young cartel with dope tides
Your boy ain’t playing a little
Have em engraving a tombstone with your name in the middle
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