[Intro: NEMS & Spit Gemz]
Yeah
Yeah
Yo, Murph, what the fuck you doin', nigga?
[Verse: NEMS & Spit Gemz]
Nigga this shit been hard
Yeah, body your whole family
Like Chris Benoit
Leave your pen scarred
Spit Renoirs, ghetto memoirs
Bag your bitch right in front of you, revoke your pimp card
She with the centaurs, sent her home with her ribs gone
And a "Fuck Ya Life" tee
That's the shit we've been on
Nigga, my gun been drawn
And these cowards can't fuck with me
NEMStar with the GEMZstar
Buck-fifty
Fuck a stylist
You keep on ice
I'll slice your eyelids
Ice picks in your iris
It's Coney Island
We up in Cypress
On the roof laying like snipers
Professional shit, night-vision goggles with wipers
One shot out of the barrel, fuck up your ciphers
Shout out to the lifers
Scumbags
And knifers
Live from Rikers
Motherfucker get cut quickly
NEMStar with the GEMZstar, buck sixty
Armed heavily, guardians guarding the God's legacy
My squad stomp you out with more legs than a centipede
Desert Eags, bombed at the bar off of kerosene
Kill yourself, you in the closet like David Carradine
Berretta scream
Couldn't step to me with the devil's team
Energy like there's ten of me
Crash your embassy
Kick your front door wide open
Like, "Yo, remember me?"
GEMZstar with the NEMStar
Buck seventy
I'm a hundred percent gutter
A hundred percent tougher
Than any one of these suckers
I tell 'em, "Go fuck your mother"
I fell in love with the hustle
You fell in love with a guntha
Now I got that broad feedin' me grapes
That bitch a butler
She got you eatin' out of her ass
'Cause you's a buster
She showed me where you keep your stash
You shouldn't trust her
She thought I loved her
But I dubbed her
Now she hate me
NEMStar with the GEMZstar
Buck eighty
Man, I put that bitch head in a box like Kevin Spacey
I knock you out in front of the cops and tell 'em, "Chase me"
Your mom's is a big bull dyke, they call her Tasty
She used to boost Lo gear for me from out of Macy's
That's my crimey
The warrant squad couldn't find me
They maced the whole team on the block
They could've blind me
Grimy
Wake you out your sleep
With one-ninety
GEMZstar with the NEMStar
Buck ninety
Come try me, punk, the pump right by me (Uh)
You pump-faking and fist-pumping, your suit's shiny (Uh)
I'm too slimy, slide the tentacle in your wifey
Might be the nicest ever without a pardon
You a target, I'm Sergeant Slaughter to you
You little twat, I got calluses harder than you
I'm a storm shadow, you were born rattled, need his jaw shattered
I abhor rappers, I'm the law, lord, and master
I'm in the F150 Raptor, all I do is grind and ride
Merch gang homicide, shittin' on your 9 to 5
Ask me how I'm doin', I say, "I'm alive"
But I still keep the grip by my side just in case the drama rise
Take the stand, I'ma lie, lookin' in your honor's eyes
Jab, leave you stunned, right hook'll leave you traumatized
Me and GEMZ kill niggas line for line
With a scholar's mind, flow hotter than the sunshine in Ghana's skies
Dollar signs
Lotta crime
Posted by the Mama's Fried
Shotties slide out the trench coat
Like it's Columbine
Gotta grind
When the feds giving out that Gotti time
Probably find
Bodies lined up
In your lobby, slime
Dust, booze
Mushrooms
Smack you out your molly mind
Police comin' around, like, "Who done it?"
Back-to-back
Gat for gat
Who want it?
NEMStar with the GEMZstar
Two hundred (Nigga)
[Outro]
Yeah, uh
Come here, nigga
Ah (Ah, this nigga just cut me)
Hold that, motherfucker
Somebody call the police
