Tango & Cash

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] (Outdoorsmen, you know we keep it mar-vel on this side, mar-vel) (Red beard Bronson, what up, my nigga? Yo, yo) Take It Easy, New York forever greasy I bust off slugs and make sales when niggas need me Probably posted up in Queens somewhere rocking the finest My shit is golden, pillagers wish they could mine this Been the livest, my rank starts with a minus You number one, that only means that you behind this Take a bite of my life, sample the flyness One of a kind, it's no other city could design this Hand crafted limited, constructed in America Home of the heartless, anybody could vendetta ya New sneakers, plus furniture et cetera I make a phone call to Crown Heights Niggas is wetting ya Hit the booth, spit my life just like a verbal journal I've been official, on the other hand, your style is kernel I could pop you and put you in succotash Is that your real face or you rocking a sucker mask? Muthafucka (Ayo, Bronson, give it to these niggas- pause) (Give it to these niggas- pause!) (Give it to these niggas- pause!) [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yeah My mind above the clouds Plus I love the way the thunder sound Stevie Wonder mixed with Rambo on the underground Queens sculpted, stay chiseled like a Greek god I'm on the bar, I got the lyrical physique, par My style attack like a German Shepherd Bronsonelli need no gun cause I'm the Perfect Weapon Puma shoe to step in, we doing all the repping Hennessy felani, chiba for the blessings Hop in the Caddy and drive Plus I'm Out For Justice, never take me alive Smoking two at a time The Nikes with the newest design We flew in the crime Holler when the moon is aligned Blow the weed to make the world spin Break walls like I'm in Berlin But still in the winter rocking shearling Robocop Ruger twirling, crew dispersing Snatch a person, hookers speaking Persian (Yeah, Queens, Bronsolini, Outdoorsmen shit) (Meyhem-mutherfucking-Laurenoviche, yeah) (Fuck your father)