[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Chrome cream, triple beam, home team
Rap the tools of the trade, rocking jewels in the shade
Bathe in the hate, then I rinse in the rapture
Precise, living trife, no prints for the capture
Been there done that, cocaine gum rap
Your shine got dead that you won't get the sun back
Uh, while y'all self destruct
I eat good, maintain health, then fuck
No new friends, but had to dead a couple old ones
Same routine, chain gleam, my niggas hold guns
Building for the better while we bagging up the butter
See me on the TV, but I'm rapping for the gutter
I sit back and contemplate life as I live it
Fall back nigga, keep the phone slang cryptic
Speaking in codes like we speaking in tongues
Cause when it's on, my niggas speaking with guns
Motherfucker
[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Mob at the squad, shirts off, hard in the yard
Come live, leave scarred in the coroner's car
Look at his face, clowns get put in their place
Boy hot, like the stove top cooking an eighth
Nothing to me, trust me they loving the G
Bad bitch wanna turn up, get fucked in the V
And tossed to the curb. Watch who you're talking to, herb
No dice, get your head cracked off of some words
Think its a game, show that we ain't thinking the same
Don't make a lot of friends, in a blink, shit change
Coming for ours, squad too hungry to starve
How we swarm to the honey, when there's money involved
Chrome cream, triple beam, home team
Rap the tools of the trade, rocking jewels in the shade
Bathe in the hate, then I rinse in the rapture
Precise, living trife, no prints for the capture
Been there done that, cocaine gum rap
Your shine got dead that you won't get the sun back
Uh, while y'all self destruct
I eat good, maintain health, then fuck
No new friends, but had to dead a couple old ones
Same routine, chain gleam, my niggas hold guns
Building for the better while we bagging up the butter
See me on the TV, but I'm rapping for the gutter
I sit back and contemplate life as I live it
Fall back nigga, keep the phone slang cryptic
Speaking in codes like we speaking in tongues
Cause when it's on, my niggas speaking with guns
Motherfucker
[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Mob at the squad, shirts off, hard in the yard
Come live, leave scarred in the coroner's car
Look at his face, clowns get put in their place
Boy hot, like the stove top cooking an eighth
Nothing to me, trust me they loving the G
Bad bitch wanna turn up, get fucked in the V
And tossed to the curb. Watch who you're talking to, herb
No dice, get your head cracked off of some words
Think its a game, show that we ain't thinking the same
Don't make a lot of friends, in a blink, shit change
Coming for ours, squad too hungry to starve
How we swarm to the honey, when there's money involved
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