[Intro x2: Sampled]
She know- She know- She know-
She know how we get down
[Verse 1: King Gordy]
Yo, bring your niggas with you
And watch they faces get ate the fuck up, bitch I'm bringin' in the biggest pistol
I send a bitch to kill you
With razor blades that's made to cut up all your fingers like some tender gristle
Please, I've been an issue
I'm in ya place with k's, I'll bust once, silly nigga tried to hit the window
And then I'm sending missiles
Get out the way or get blazed with one slug that'll pierce while it enters your temple
Nigga, I'm sick and mental
Man on purple haze and one blunt, have your little sister gettin' injured
Either shit is official
By the way I'm Cobain I fuck sluts and I'm quick to put six of 'em in you
This ain't coincidental
Bitch you can train, lift weights, get buffed up, you will still end up in a spiddle
Your friends'll get you crippled
Simple and plain, you ain't tough you punk, You a feminine man, niggas should pimp you
[Verse 2: Marv Won]
Yo, it's the whippersnapper that'll pistol-whip a rapper
Hit with a clip to clap ya, it's clear and crystal laughter
From your section once who you say you you're better than
Telling jokes must be your profession like David Letterman
I'm a veteran, [?]
Like Sugar Ray in his prime, quick feet and a hard swing
So playing tough is the wrong decision
Cuz this tray I'll bust'll split you up like long division
On the mic it's like cones have risen
And you can't get away from my bars, every song is prison
Take this light beer and I'll show you what trife is
Your neck is where my knife is, your chick is where my pipe is
But I don't trust her I use two rubbers
And she can't ID me 'cause I'm in black like one of the blues brothers
I am West now, possess the best style
So honor your king or get cancelled into exile
She know- She know- She know-
She know how we get down
[Verse 1: King Gordy]
Yo, bring your niggas with you
And watch they faces get ate the fuck up, bitch I'm bringin' in the biggest pistol
I send a bitch to kill you
With razor blades that's made to cut up all your fingers like some tender gristle
Please, I've been an issue
I'm in ya place with k's, I'll bust once, silly nigga tried to hit the window
And then I'm sending missiles
Get out the way or get blazed with one slug that'll pierce while it enters your temple
Nigga, I'm sick and mental
Man on purple haze and one blunt, have your little sister gettin' injured
Either shit is official
By the way I'm Cobain I fuck sluts and I'm quick to put six of 'em in you
This ain't coincidental
Bitch you can train, lift weights, get buffed up, you will still end up in a spiddle
Your friends'll get you crippled
Simple and plain, you ain't tough you punk, You a feminine man, niggas should pimp you
[Verse 2: Marv Won]
Yo, it's the whippersnapper that'll pistol-whip a rapper
Hit with a clip to clap ya, it's clear and crystal laughter
From your section once who you say you you're better than
Telling jokes must be your profession like David Letterman
I'm a veteran, [?]
Like Sugar Ray in his prime, quick feet and a hard swing
So playing tough is the wrong decision
Cuz this tray I'll bust'll split you up like long division
On the mic it's like cones have risen
And you can't get away from my bars, every song is prison
Take this light beer and I'll show you what trife is
Your neck is where my knife is, your chick is where my pipe is
But I don't trust her I use two rubbers
And she can't ID me 'cause I'm in black like one of the blues brothers
I am West now, possess the best style
So honor your king or get cancelled into exile
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