[Intro: Conway]
Yeah
How you want it when you want it n***a?
Y'kna mean?
[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, the [?] buried in the yard by the pit bulls
Hollows in the HK, got a clip full
n***as be thinking that my sh**'s good
They don't know I took ten losses last year, '96 Bulls
But I ain't tripping, 'cause my wrist good
f** these industry n***as, I'm '96 Suge
Hang you off the balcony for a brick
Trigger on the fifth get pulled
Who would've thought I'd be this good?
Told you I'm a different dude
I went from sleeping on a cot to hitting the lot to pick and choose
Stomp a n***a till he didn't move
There's blood on the bottom
Got my 750s looking like Christian Loos
Damn, these n***as is stressed looking deprived
I'll put you to sleep, you can rest good in the sky
I just go in the booth, I'm like Westbrook on the drive
I'm better than just good, the best n***a is I, motherf**er
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
You better duck muhf**er when the fifth blow rounds
'Cause I'm here mean I'm here, p**y ten toes down
And I suggest you ain't around when this sh** go down
And the Gucci on the crown is a retro brown
Listen par, everything you be saying is noise
I'm a man, you a pedophile playing with boys
I'm must be soften' up a little, 'cause I gave you a choice
I'mma have to ask God why he gave you a voice
Who these dumb muhf**ers that's believing it's [?]?
Because the numbers never lie, p**y read it a weep
But the Twitter figures telling me you eager to sleep
How you always in the crib and say you be in the street?
You's a bocce [?], B you need to get out the house more
This soft muhf**er need to bu*ton his blouse more
You eating? Money, why you always sleep on the couch for?
And I don't do battles, par, this is all out war
Yeah