(Verse 1: Celph Titled)
Yeah, you goddamn right it's Celph Titled
The granddaddy grenade, mother f**er
With my man 7L the devastator
This is how we do this sh**
Yo, my most prized possession is my knife collection
All types of different slices selections, the nicest
Weapons from the Get Right Reverend
Wiling out on n***as with outlandish rage
Plus I'm known to tote the iron like a Spanish maid
That's going to body you, really like straighten you out
Don't think I won't put the barrel straight in your mouth
How many times can I write about the same old sh**
I guess I won't find out until y'all stop buying it
But until then it's guns, b**hes, punch lines and human accords
There's kids across the world to argue over computers
Who's the best? Celph Titled cause he writes heaters
Caught so many bodies he should be the MVP wide receiver
I seen your chick where the groupies be
And when she's in my bed sounding off key like Looney-D
You out looking for the b**h, all nervous and sh**
I took her to the A-Train and wrote this verse for 7L's mix
It's dangerous to play the role of a gangster
When you dealing with a gangster who employs many gangsters
Suffered and lifted on my back to make a queens soldier
Southside will flatten you like steam rollers
(Verse 2: Big Scoob)
Unh hunh, Big Scoob baby
AKA Johnny mother f**ing Famous
Brooklyn, all day, you heard, trend setters
I f** hos, dimes, b**hes in they prime
Hood rat chickens who ain't got one dime
Don't give a f** if you swole
I fill you with holes
n***as will think you're Kwame
From the dots in your clothes
With a chain in your rhyme
Wrist that don't shine
n***as want to be jigga but ain't got one dime
Everybody hot, everybody pop glock
Man you only seen a gun cause your pops a cop
I kick real sh**, Brownsville on the hill sh**
Big Scoob, Trend Setters, something you can feel sh**
I Spray your block like graffiti, what
And wait for 5-0 to get an autographed CD
None of y'all n***as spit lines like these
I'll have your b**h yelling please Hercules, Hercules
Its war, it's like you a dead man walking
Trend Setters tired of you b**h n***as talking
(Verse 3: Terra)
Unnh, Terra, new sh**, ha ha
Ay yo, there come a time
When everything must change
When y'all gotta stop selling the f** out
That time is right now
You better ask about me, I'm the thug b**h
Whip out a shank and a dick in your back
sh** on your track, I get it down now
They be calling me fire, the rapper die b**h
The a**a**in for hire
Took everything I was taught to see what I can do
f** you hating a** b**hes, you heard, you n***as too
The ain't your local radio station, come on dog
This ain't a broadcast live from the parking lot in the mall
These circles in the streets will get you the f** hurt
And the last thing you want to do is spit your hottest sh** first
How you want it dog? In your a** or your mouth
And you ain't got that much time because my sh** is about to come out
And I will f**, bite your f**ing head off too
Out with a 4,5 and 6 like kiss, a range too
If you truly a queen, then I'm talking to you
I'm the heir to the thrown and I'm coming the f** through
It's my turn Terra