[Chorus: Chris Webby] (We up) all night, yeah they try, but they can't (Keep up) long time on the grind, think I need a (Re-up) yeah, there ain't no fucking competition I get it on when the bomb is ticking (We up) all night, yeah they try, but they can't (Keep up) long time on the grind, think I need a (Re-up) they ain't catching up to my position I get it on when the bomb is ticking
[Verse 1: Chris Webby] Someone lit the fuse, fired up with a fifth of booze Walk around like I don't got shit to lose I'm a boss so don't get this shit confused And start thinking you could ever come fit the shoe, so listen I'm hard body as an armadillo, you soft, as a body pillow (yeah) Memory foam, let it be known I'ma catch you like it's sharks and minnows Leaving heartbroken moms and widows (yeah) 'Cause I'm killing rappers dead, I don't need to blast no semi Just the ink from the pen, get the casket ready That'll show these motherfuckers not to clash with Webby Fuck Freddy, shit I'm chasing with a mask, machete And raw strength to defeat you, bruise, and beat you All I leave 'em with's a fucking tube to breathe through Put 'em in a chair with wheels like R2D2 And still pull the rug from underneath you, I be Smashing 'em brutally, savaging cruelly Kick 'em while they down and we snatching they jewelry I'm a beast, I ain't asking if you agree (nah) Spit is so cold you could feel it where your cavities used to be (yeah) With the dog and they let us out the kennel (woof) Teach 'em rap game fundamentals (proof) Proof is in the pudding, all these years put And still doing what you couldn't, Webby
[Chorus: Chris Webby] (We up) all night, yeah they try, but they can't (Keep up) long time on the grind, think I need a (Re-up) yeah, there ain't no fucking competition I get it on when the bomb is ticking (We up) all night, yeah they try, but they can't (Keep up) long time on the grind, think I need a (Re-up) they ain't catching up to my position I get it on when the bomb is ticking Run and tell 'em
[Verse 2: DMX] X, it's pretty disrespectful, nigga You ain't gotta cross the line for me to check you, nigga My scratch game official, match game official That aim will hit you, sound the same as a whistle I woke up and broke up what I had to break Don't take a earthquake to get this ground to shake Don't play, you know I'm sensitive, nigga Have 'em never be able to find the rest of you, nigga I was putting work in while you was jerking off Your work is soft, thought you could hurt the boss? But even thinking 'bout it, mouth full of dirt's the cost Thinking 'bout your kids, is it worth the loss? I'm talking old school, gloves and shirts is off Fuck dripping, I have a nigga squirting sauce One thing's for certain, two things for sure If I'm sleep, don't knock on my fucking door, nah
[Chorus: Chris Webby] (We up) all night, yeah they try, but they can't (Keep up) long time on the grind, think I need a (Re-up) yeah, there ain't no fucking competition I get it on when the bomb is ticking (We up) all night, yeah they try, but they can't (Keep up) (come on) long time on the grind, think I need a (Re-up) (yeah) they ain't catching up to my position I get it on when the bomb is ticking (man) Run and tell 'emTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
