[Conway the Machine:] Niggas knew when they first heard me rap they had a problem Better be happy I'm rappin' and I ain't back to robbin' Dior Homme jacket, it match the 'posites My lil' savage run in his trap for the packs of profits Kite from the homie said he can't wait to give back to mobbin' Jumping out of niggas' trashes with the ratchets poppin' I'm from the city niggas had no options Now I got classics droppin' Laughin', burnin' wax with Action Bronson They heard my last shit, now they have to watch it They wanna drag me, I'm like Jordan but showin' flashes of Magic Johnson Woo - I'm 'bout that action, I promise Try us, it's gon' be slow singin' and caskets droppin' Shell catchers on the M16, I had to pop it And the results of it was catastrophic Uh, my bitch is bad, from the tropics I'm 'bout to get the bag, nigga, watch this; hold up Stay strapped with the four-five Might buy a brick and go and bag it in [?] Might have my lil' nigga stab you in both eyes Might have him give you buck-fifties on both sides
[Westside Gunn:] Ayo Kick in the door, shoot your stepkids in the wig (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) [?] sniffed [?] Donatella jean suits in the seventh grade Ports like Larry Johnson fade We twelve baggin' big [?] 911 in the pager - who the fuck is this? All I heard was screamin', "Bacon got hit" I woke up sweatin', stressin'; I miss my uncle My shit like Illmatic part two Bullet wound niggas with bodies on the Heckler I'm on my tenth gold bottle, you sippin' nectar Hid the K in the halal cart, two for ten Niggas stealing soda out of Pathmark Kissed Pootie on the forehead, "I'ma see you next week, baby" She only three with a new Mercedes Selling crazy work, I'm like Chambers in their prime You better than who? You out your fuckin' mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
