[DMX & Westside Gunn]
Rrr, come on, brr
What? What?
Brr
Ayo, ayo (Rr)

[Westside Gunn & DMX]
I´m in the hood (Ah), eighty K house, million dollar neck (Uh-huh, ah)
Shot off two hundred rounds, niggas know where we at (Brr, brr, yeah)
My coke be the best, talk no steps (Uh-huh, ah)
Headshot took off, soulless (Boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
Margiela kicks, Margiela sweats
I´m on the yard doin´ burpees, me, Drop and Fresh (Ah)
My shooter layin´ low, he got a new body (Boo-boo-boo-boom, Uh, uh, uh, uh)
I spray the Tesla X, you need a new body (Skrrt)
Fifty K, got my bitch a new body (Ah)
You internet niggas, y´all punani (Rrr, ah)
The Ace of Spades sipper, yay dealer

Pray five times a day, get on the wave, nigga (Ayy, ayy, ah)
Baddest bitch you ever seen doin´ my braids, nigga (Rrr)
The Tech echo like it got delays, nigga (Damn)
Your shit ain´t shit, get out the way, nigga (Uh huh)
New Yeezys, only me and Ye with ´em (Yeah, ah)
Pay attention (Uh), four on the baby come back then leave seven (Uh, uh)
Guarantee into the rec´ yard, I got the weapon (Ow, ah)

[Benny The Butcher & DMX]
The Butcher comin´, nigga (Yo, uh, come on)
You know how I rock, six figures off Zaza (Uh-huh)
Come and spend at my shop (Uh-huh), I turn your hood to a hotspot (Uh-huh)

Every game I feel like I´m Dame without a stopwatch (Uh-huh)
Shootin´ before the shot clock, Griselda got the top spot (Oh)
Locked down like a pawn shop, nigga (Yeah), I´m thinkin´, "Why not?" (Uh-huh)
I gave my life to the game, but what do I got?
Father these niggas, how? I don´t even know my pops (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
This flip phone that I got don´t connect to the WiFi
Uh-huh, this new foreign shit with the wood on the door (Rrr)
Got me beefin´ with some niggas I could´ve put on (Rrr, that´s fucked up)
They make up lies and put ´em in songs (They do, yeah)
I pull up to lots, cop, and down the block hear me pull in the yard (Skrrt)

Yeah, prayin´ with my dirty hands (With my dirty hands)
I did dirt and scammed, I´m askin´ God "Do I deserve these bands?" (Do I deserve these bands?)
And we from murder land, eastside shit
Jeans PURPLE BRAND (Ah), ridin´ in the GLE, the turtle van (Talk to ´em, ah)

[Conway The Machine & DMX]
Ah, look, you throwin´ shots? You better be precise (Uh-huh)
If I only squeeze it twice, that´s me bein´ polite (Okay, facts)
We was in the trenches, nigga, four chicken wings and rice (Yeah)
The shooter fourteen (Yeah), can´t read or write, but he gon´ squeeze his pipe (What?)
We was tryna sell a key a night

´Cause Nas said a G at night wasn´t good enough, and he was right (Talk to ´em)
They mad I´m rich, the same niggas that wouldn´t see my plight (Spit that shit)
The Nets playin´, I´m ridin´ to the game with KD tonight, yeah (What up, nigga? Rrr)
Machine bitch, every beat I body (Ah)
My nigga on his way home, he just beat a body (Beat a body)
Every time I leave the house, I got the steamer by me (I got it on me, uh, uh, uh)
My jacket a one of none, you never seen it probably (Woo, hah)
I took some cheddar out the vault to pay the lawyer for my man
Weapon possession and felony assault (You good, nigga? What?)
Whippin´ up at Unc house, he keep the resi´ off the fork (Keep that)

I´m Kyrie hittin´ niggas with the hezy on the court, look (Woo)
I reached the point niggas never would´ve thought (Ah)
´Cause every time I drop somethin´ I don´t never get support (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
FN MAC shots severin´ your corpse
You never could extort me, my heart cold as February 4th (What? Talk to ´em)
They hate to see me win, I´m not surprised (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Nigga, I´m fuckin the bitches them bum bitches you fucks idolize (Hahahaha)
I´m in Harlem at Lighthouse eatin´ lobster fries (Rrr)
Vee & Shooter with me, I got mobster ties (Uh-huh)
Machine, bitch (What?)

[DMX]
I grew up at the dark side, apartheid
Where goin´ against the grain´ll get you kidnapped and hogtied (Uh, what?)
X the illest nigga, realest nigga
Never been scared (Uh), I´m a fearless nigga (Come on)
I got that cannon that´ll remove your head and shoulders (Nigga)
Cats that play in the street (Man), get ran over (Rrr)
I´ma make you hand over everything you got
I´m not the average (Motherfucker)
Do damage ´cause I´m a savage
Sometimes I can´t manage all the shit in my head
I was promised the world but I got the dirt instead (Hey)

Turn the light, I was bred to shed blood (Uh, uh, uh)
It´s always gonna be "Fuck you, nigga, what?" (What?)
Built for war, raw, this .44 will hit you through the door
You exist no more (C´mon, get it, c´mon)
I done punk´d more niggas than Ashton Kutcher (C´mon, c´mon)
It´s Westside, Conway, X, Benny the Butcher, nigga

[ DMX]
Get like you lit, nigga
Get how you fuckin´ lit, nigga
You know what the fuck it is (Rrr)
You know what the fuck it is, nigga
I ain´t fifty years old for nothing, aight?

I´m not fifty years old for nothing (We active, nigga, we active)
Wish a nigga would
And I wish a nigga would