[Intro] Ain't that the word on the street? FLYGOD has the best sh*t [Verse: Keisha Plum] The grimiest of all time He said my poetry is aging like fine wine He shot the ni**a in the chest seven times Did him filthy, but that ni**a was trippin' Pray for rainy nights so we can catch the ni**a slippin' Plum poison he'll be sippin' Destroy his life, complete the mission Can only fu*k him if he's a killer Or the name of his favorite tape start with Hitler