Vangundy Erick Onasis (Ft. Big Kim, Billy Billions (US), Boe & Ruck, Bo$$, Nolan Epps, PMD & Sy Scott)
[Verse 1: Billy Billions]
Yo, you really got all them guns but can't hunt me
Billy run NY team, like Vangundy
Spit wit a hand in my pants, like Al Bundy
Get the wack shit from them, none from me
Billy on CD, then cop it bro
Only got true love if it profit bro
And I live life hard, you can't knock it bro
If I know I'm gon eat, what I'm stoppin for?
Watch it bro, let me do, the best be who?
Billy get the most votes like Pepsi do
Gutter, enertain crowds like Chris Tucker
Talk shit, be a fist up ya, gon get knocked out
I'm nervous like drunk taxi turns
Bitches be wantin me like they tax return
Gotta chill I got tracks to burn, and L's too
My whole crew is straight from Belvue
If you wanna test I failed you
Leave you stiff like a statue, cement you, then sell you
Bill spit with pride, you spit sissyfied
Bill shocked hip hop like Missy died
[Verse 2: Bo]
Blow my thing reckless, F E 1's will never catch me
My sixteen will make you see different like epilepsy
Fuck a contract, we bomb tracks, so contact
This strong facts, avengin this lyrical combat
Wit dope bomb, then post long
I'm on the mics like En Vogue song
With the heart of lion like Voltron
We don't pop champagne, east New York, this ain't a damn game
No powder here neither cuz we ain't tryin to run no campaign
I spit sickly, why my scrotum is where my click be
I rip flows and generate cream like Bill Bigsby
East New York, you know we lockin it down
And all that platinum stuff you talkin bout we droppin it now
Yo, you really got all them guns but can't hunt me
Billy run NY team, like Vangundy
Spit wit a hand in my pants, like Al Bundy
Get the wack shit from them, none from me
Billy on CD, then cop it bro
Only got true love if it profit bro
And I live life hard, you can't knock it bro
If I know I'm gon eat, what I'm stoppin for?
Watch it bro, let me do, the best be who?
Billy get the most votes like Pepsi do
Gutter, enertain crowds like Chris Tucker
Talk shit, be a fist up ya, gon get knocked out
I'm nervous like drunk taxi turns
Bitches be wantin me like they tax return
Gotta chill I got tracks to burn, and L's too
My whole crew is straight from Belvue
If you wanna test I failed you
Leave you stiff like a statue, cement you, then sell you
Bill spit with pride, you spit sissyfied
Bill shocked hip hop like Missy died
[Verse 2: Bo]
Blow my thing reckless, F E 1's will never catch me
My sixteen will make you see different like epilepsy
Fuck a contract, we bomb tracks, so contact
This strong facts, avengin this lyrical combat
Wit dope bomb, then post long
I'm on the mics like En Vogue song
With the heart of lion like Voltron
We don't pop champagne, east New York, this ain't a damn game
No powder here neither cuz we ain't tryin to run no campaign
I spit sickly, why my scrotum is where my click be
I rip flows and generate cream like Bill Bigsby
East New York, you know we lockin it down
And all that platinum stuff you talkin bout we droppin it now
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