[Verse 1: Grewsum]
It's my time… Tellin' everybody in the game that I'm anxious
To make it, out of the dirt and get famous
Want to everybody to know what my name is
Basically, I just want a little bit of fame
But the words that I keep on jottin' down on the page
From my brain, the mic's be a little bit insane
Tame till the day somebody mentioned my name
I'mma maim everybody in the game, to get money
Trained to sever jugular veins, to get bloody
Take a couple of names, break a couple of dames
Make a couple of changes, only a couple remain
I'm sick with the rap, like sickness around I carry
Hit with the bat, you burry, twitch when I piss like Carrie
Just admit when I spit I'm scarry
I'm crack when I put on a track and attack
Till I attract a ma** of people across the map
You wanna do what we can't do, but I'm off of that
Hit em with the venom till they are falling back
It's like Mike Shinoda mixed with the little bit of Esham
And A-1 Yola, little bit of Crooked I, little bif of Apathy
Put em all infront of a microphone, I might snap
On everybody, hit their body, get before they sicken
When I get em, I'mma split em, be victim to the rhythm
When I'm flippin' get I'm sh**tin', when they listen to me spittin'
On the mission to twist up the words that I've written
M-70 gettin' me known, ready to gettin' the throne
Never will lettin' them know, soon as I get in the dough
I'mma be wreckin' the show, when you've been waitin' to blow
Then I'll be stackin' the dough off of the raps I flow
[Hook x2: Grewsum]
I can't stop
Flowin' when I know that I'mma get that dough
Go nonstop
Every minute that I hit till the big stack grow
Oh my God
When a sane hear it when I spit that flow
I'mma hit that dro, I'mma hit that ho
I'mma spit that flow, till I get that dough
[Verse 2: BG Bulletwound]
Keep it [?] automatic for static
Cause n***a been tryna to fed a n***a trigger finger, wrong dome
You better beat that motherf**er, for you creep out motherf**er
Hit a n***a real hard with a sawed off
Motherf**ers better know when I ride by
Really big things have been clicked when I slide by
Me and my deuces, we f** around with them n***as
That livin' pathetic, so motherf**er wouldn't get it on now
Do you really wanna do it? Do you really want some
BG Bulletwound, Grew and Mob on your a** high
You can barely come up hater, how the hell you think I hit you
I'm a motherf**er, start with a shotgun
And I'm ready when I'm doin' it co*k s**er
You can't never wile out, you can't never find out
Pull another 9 out, till they go to time out
Bring with me some of my k**as and you really bow down
Do you really wanna hate me? Do you really wanna do me?
Do you really wanna fight me? Do you really wanna shoot me?
Motherf**er you can bring it on
You can bring it in the streets, where we can get it on
Everybody out here know I'm a gangster
On the streets little n***as don't doubt me
Cause I hate to be the one that put a hole in your head
Cause you didn't find out nothin' about me
[Hook]
[Verse 3: C-Mob]
Do it for the money and I gotta get the bread quick
Anyone who wanna stop me, get their head split
Might wanna hate, but you better not say sh**
Unless you really wanna end up as a dead b**h
You don't wanna mettle with my money or a level
Every building on your block when I'm hot like a devil
I'mma cook em like a rattle in a pot of a kettle
And I never will settle for the rocks that you pettle
I do it for the big dough, that's what I spit for
Everybody said that I've been comin' with a sick flow
Verbally hit hoes, lyrically kick does
Weapon of choices is a pad and a pencil
Can't stop like I was a rhyme machine
It's time for green, I never claim I'm the king
But I still want you to kiss my diamond ring
And the hoes hop on my dick behind the scenes
I'mma shine supreme, game utilize to vest
I never blink when I stare into the eyes of d**h
So put the lies to rest, I jeopardize your flesh
And leave you and your family and all you guys depressed
I'm acidic, [?] That I hammer with on the table
That the game made me, cause I'm willing and able
I bet you really tryna be k**ing azazel
But you better watch out when I'm feelin' unstable
I'mma cut them into shreds and left em here bled
All over been spread, you dare to share too much
Red then I flow with the bread, I said too much
Felt for the dread as I led, spare through guts
Yes indeed, I love my gun so look out when I clutch too bravely
You will see C-Mob and the record label on me
And I'm yelling out "f** you, pay me" because...
[Hook]