[Verse 1: Malika]
Steppin' up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreck
Hold up just a sec Coolio I'm on deck (Malika)
Yeap the diction is on point
Causin', friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool, keep the strap up by the naughties
Niggie trippin' why you beam us I don't step up with no bullshit
See that there it's clip for this stickup on the hip
Peep the correct way to get your pimp on
Let me hit the bong oh and my mind's quite strong
Wreck it nice and proper if it's on I'm finsta to stop her
If I'm swingin' for the knockout, best believe I'm fits to drop her
Ninety-five's on poppin, representin' I keep stompin'
Throw up my fists just like this when I'm mobbin'

[Verse 2: Shorty]
I killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive
I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga
Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good
I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within Tales From the Hood
You need it, I'll feed it, baby check the size
Have you Goin' Down like Mary J. Blige
When it's poppin like this, you can't be a coward
Shorty freaks fuckin beats like Adina Howard
My squad is hard, with players, and hustlers
No toleration, for fakers and busters
Fuckin with me with all honesty
You get bombed rap songs comin constantly
Bumpin' G-15's, Westside scene
Killin' the competition, while making a fuckin green
So ring, around the rosie, and mosey to the Rosie
And I want you to know G
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