[Intro]
You know who it is, it's the Affiliates nigga
Them niggas who's in the streets nigga
The Affiliates nigga, I'll let you know
[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
I'm still throwin' up XO
I even got a new PO
Flipping my Lexo then jettin' home
I'm still wrong than a motherfucker my nuts grow
Bigger with every inch I walk I strong arm on your mother
I still smother a nation of undercover cops
Patients remains in Matrix, I have none, never got it
I'm still a product of AKs when they spit I still get excited
You niggas still don't say shit
[Verse 2: Mr. "Denaun" Porter]
(Kon Artis)
Cage man, kinda cute with customized guns
That shoot out bulletproof windows and coupes
Gorilla with show gear
Affiliates giggling with more liquor than Ben Stiller and a chinchilla
No, [?], you're not bigger than D-Twizzle
We Godzilla's that start mosh pits in hot spillers
Call the ambulance up, I'ma back my Trans-Am up over this [?]
(Pay attention bitch)
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
(Kuniva)
Believe it, my homie, that's what they call me
Known for keeping the car [?] with no Atari
You don't really know me like that, bitch, get off me
Packin' heat to make your brain freeze like a Frosty
You can play police, get bossy
Hustlin' every day like Rick Ross be
So don't double-cross me
If you double-cross me, I got a pump
Every time you run across me, I double-pump Marcy
[Verse 4: Bizarre]
(Bizarre)
Cuttin', killin', slicin'
A young Tyson mixed with a violent Viking
Ecstasy, Hennessy, drove by the pound
Xanax, Vicodin, somethin' to calm you down
I'm so pow, I sit your ass down
Red wall, like I'm makin' a background
Cash money, no juvenile
Act wild, I stab you with a fingernail file
[Interlude: DJ Young Mase]
[?]
[Verse 5: Swifty McVay]
(McVay)
Immaculate, I slap a [?] backhanded with a Manson mentality
Take a Magnum and open up that back spasm
No happy ever after, a catastrophe
Laughin' at pastors and snatchin' eulogies
You can be stupid and beef
But what you doin' is pursuin' a death that you never cheat
Smokin' marijuana greener than 93's
Cannabis cups snatcher by any means
We at ya like a pack of jackals
[Outro: DJ Young Mase]
Shout out to Marshall Mathers
Shady Aftermath, the motherfucking label niggas
Paul Rosenberg whaddup
Shady limited
The return of the dozen niggas
There's about to be a Young Mase up in this shi-
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