[Goodtime Slim]
Yo sniper call on a rampage
Your shots weak block that heat with a lamp shade
Light bulb the bright idea that your camp made
It's dark thinking, Crystal Lake get your camp slayed
Okay, my bars are so prolific
A heavyweight Olympic pro can't lift it
I rhyme like twin witches, a n***a too wicked
I'm real close to blowing up like a wick is
I flip lids like a kettle blowing steam
Flowing scheme is vice tight like a semi ???
So going green with promos
So it seems you logo's a no go like Po-Po on the scene
I'm loco for the green, they no jokes on the team
Copping Cola in your sleep, pitching coke in your dreams
n***as broke and it stings so they fabricate our lifestyle
Rhymes ever present, never question what I write now
[Hook - Coast]
Ayo I bring a few pounds with me
We from the city of New York, sound gritty
That boom bap bring it back to the true sound
You can talk all you want but you clowns
[Fatz Da Assa**in]
Screw that, Slim and Fatz better than new cats
The new rap, the boom bap they can't do that
They recipe got a major discrepancy
Talking money, hoes and weaponry like it's they pedigree
Dress code say estrogen ??
Dunce cap trap rap with crack baby chemistry
My specialty's aroma therapy
When I smell bullsh** I blow the whistle like a referee
n***as talk pimp sh**, that's what they all say
Suppose to make a who*e cum, they make a who*e stay
She come to my crib, stopped at the doorway
Not pot for big pop, she give me top in the hallway
You clique vagina, looking like four play
Or dyke intercourse, eat you pussies all day
My pop's a preacher and D's a sinner
I snatch the b**h you love and throw a trash bag in her
(Hook)
[Hook #2]
Fatz:
In the street put the hardcore down
In the streets we love that hardcore sound
Slim:
In the street put the hardcore down
In the streets we love the hardcore sound
[Coast]
Count your blessings but the stupid never learn the lesson
They hustle backwards, never showing true progression
Behind the scenes setting up the time right
But the fact remains the same from backstage to the limelight
I got a dog in a fight that'll bite your face
Putting flavor in your ear and you like the taste
Your life's a waste, talking bout your feeble plans
I need those grands to bet on Philly like an Eagles fan
Fat Guinea in the market up on ?? the Ave
Gravy stain on my shirt, bout to pop this slab
Hop out, wopped out, blue track suit
Unzip and hairy chest, fat dude
Fly forever, my mother said I'm gorgeous
My who*e's flawless, yours look like horses
?? brood in the face make me nauseous
They ain't wanna let me in, kicked the doors in
(Hook)
(Hook #2)