[Conway the Machine] Was a shooter before I rapped and I´m still in action
Thirty-two bullets fill the MAC clips, my niggas active (Brr) Hollow tips in the strap, I´ma fill his hat with We clap shit that hit his cap and peel it backwards (Cap) Break the gas down to fill the Backwoods I just opened this pack, it was vacuum sealed and still in plastic (Smokin´) I lost hope, you told me you wanted all smoke Nah, bro, you just a lil´ nigga and your bars broke (You broke, nigga) On Burgard, right off Doat, I sold raw coke I cried when Country Mike died, my heart broke (My nigga) On the yard, get your jaw poked, as far as the bars wrote Not only did I raise the bar, the bar broke (Talk to ´em)
We shoot sticks with see-through clips You better pray that bitch jam up when we doin´ this (Ha) I breeze through Phipps, I need new drip (Huh), the grip on me Think I´m lackin´ this time? I´ma leave you clipped Machine, you bitch
[Havoc & Flee Lord] Yeah, that leave you split Wanna put money on it? Nigga, c-note this All you niggas know what time it is, I´m G, no Clipse Reload, bitch, your brains all over the whip The clock tickin´, tick tick, nigga, leave you split Wanna put money on it? Nigga, c-note this
All you niggas know what time it is, I´m G, no Clipse Reload, bitch, your brains all over the whip The clock tickin´, tick tick (Lord, Lord)
[Flee Lord] You rolled the town, but, nigga, I rolled a six Cee-lo trips, that forty got a mean old kick (Brr) Point it at him broad day, then he gon´ dip (He gon´ dip) You violate the code, brodie, we on shit (Huh) Chine and the legend (What), big clean Smith & Wesson (Yes) 716 and big Queens spittin´ weapons (Boom, boom) Out in east side Buff´, you get your feet tied up (Got him) Meanwhile, in the boroughs, niggas´ streets got touched (Uh huh)
Police got snuffed after he got bust I turn a body to a bag soon as beef pop up (Brr) Send a hit through a text while you sittin´ on your steps (Brr) That youngin come in runnin´ with the grip in his sweats Black KITH Corona mask, MACs sittin´ on the grass (Grass) Now I´m on tours, no more crack pitchin´ on the ave (No) Sickest in the city (Yeah), got the quickest hitters with me (Got him) My Cali homie lurkin´ with the blicky in his Dickies, motherfucker
[Havoc & Lloyd Banks] Yeah, that leave you split Wanna put money on it? Nigga, c-note this
All you niggas know what time it is, I´m G, no Clipse Reload, bitch, your brains all over the whip The clock tickin´, tick tick, nigga, leave you split Wanna put money on it? Nigga, c-note this All you niggas know what time it is, I´m G, no Clipse Reload, bitch, your brains all over the whip The clock tickin´, tick tick (Uh)
[Lloyd Banks] Forty-two in pre-rolled hits I´m ridin´ dirty, policin´ without the sheeps don´t mix Des´ Eagle grips, don´t ego trip, I match designer Black attire, rapid fire, rest in peace whole cliques
The never scary, more to bury, we bury shit all the time Need a specialist to examine what´s goin´ on in my mind Lately, your favorite rappers have all been on a decline I fell back and got better both times, these PCP and coke lines I´m on my rivals, embarrass ´em with my calm bravado My alma mater of smackin´ a nigga horizontal The sole survivor, you stuntin´, money be gone tomorrow Pour out a bottle, tire marks spark the Verrazzano As far as rhymin´, I´m a god, don´t pursue the incomparable Feels like I´m up against the odds, watch me do the impossible
Infatuated with them lights, get you views in the hospital Soon as you slip up, nigga, bet a blood pool´ll be washin´ you
[Havoc] Yeah, that leave you split Wanna put money on it? Nigga, c-note this All you niggas know what time it is, I´m G, no Clipse Reload, bitch, your brains all over the whip The clock tickin´, tick tick, nigga, leave you split Wanna put money on it? Nigga, c-note this All you niggas know what time it is, I´m G, no Clipse Reload, bitch, your brains all over the whip The clock tickin´, tick tick
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