Hard Four

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim] The notebook got no pages left Can't put my blades to rest I'm always dumpin', I can't say what's next Look at the way you dress, funeral style After the blaow, forty cals go in and out Like a slaughterhouse for cows I got your spouse aroused, might take her out of town I'm not the type to throw doubt around These streets got a thing for lovely murder Silencers bloody further Flip you like a apple turnover (z-z-z-za!) The most to gain and nothin' to lose The wonsus It's best that you bow down and pay your dues [Verse 2: Left Lane Didon] That's true, you better crowd around and take these jewels I'm past due, I had to make a move, I turn the cake to two Like a baker do, there's powder on my apron, dude I'm breakin' rules, these hoes say I'm irreplaceable I'm unbreakable, and I'm mostly unavailable Grip your rosaries when I'm sailin' through You hit my homie, now I'm trailin' you Pop the sunroof and let two Bulldogs get to wailin', fool Flip you like Gabby Douglas Wet you like a squirtin' punani, I guess you had it comin' Left, I'm shootin' craps in your backyard I'm droppin' hard fours, I see the cops and hit the far door They threw a fiend on the car door, he was higher than the Star Force I scuffed my Mars 4s I'm upset like I pump stress and make dumb bets And still sleep in bunk beds, nigga, dumb vexed What the fuck niggas want next? A Rev Run set? I shit on rappers and I ain't even dump yet I ain't done yet [Outro: Left Lane Didon] C'mon man, y'all know what to do right now Twist that pressure up Pssh, yo, hand me that lighter, dawg Now look