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[Intro: Black Milk] Yeah!...Yeah!...Yeah! I know we got you niggas thinking like "A yo, what's going on? Sound like some end of the world shit." It's not a fantasy. Nope, it's really going down. Let's do it [Chorus: Black Milk] Who making hits like these? Call up, nigga...nigga Sean P Call up, nigga...nigga Guilty 3-1-3 to the N-Y-C Who making hits like these? Call up, nigga...nigga Guilty Call up, nigga...nigga Sean P 3-1-3 to the N-Y-C [Verse 1: Guilty Simpson] Yeah, I'm chemically imbalanced, you're no challenge I eat hot emcees like cold salads I'm so valid, trust the word Find me in the ghetto, puffin' herb Murder City madman stacking bills Walk past the snakes and dap the real Talk to me foul, I'll clap the steel The type of dude you'll have to kill We keep hunting, and if I'm breathin' (What?) We won't stop 'til the odds get even Revenge is a dish served cold So I wear coats and stay in murk-mode Break bread, the flow is worth gold The silver lining is his skin is bronze So I ain't have much to give to moms But a headache ...naw I'm on it, she's straight [Chorus: Black Milk] Who making hits like these? Call up, nigga...nigga Sean P Call up, nigga...nigga Guilty 3-1-3 to the N-Y-C Who making hits like these? Call up, nigga...nigga Guilty Call up, nigga...nigga Sean P 3-1-3 to the N-Y-C [Verse 2: Sean Price] Yo, you can't mess with the bomb shit Me, Guilty & Black is aggressive content No love letter rhymes and raps about chicks Just a whole lot of drugging and thugging, that's it You can call me one-dimensional But ain't too much talking when a slug get into you And don't ask the god stupid shit in the interview I grab Hex' sket then i'll wet up your inner tubes Bike-rider, Lance Armstrong nigga Running out of air fam, can't stand long nigga Sean Price: the worst rapper, the purse snatcher Smack shit out of you and whoever's the church pastor My hand in the collection plate Don't you ever disrespect the Ape Sean P! [Black Milk] We just getting started. Tell 'em! [Chorus: Black Milk] Who making hits like these? Call up, nigga...nigga Sean P Call up, nigga...nigga Guilty 3-1-3 to the N-Y-C Who making hits like these? Call up, nigga...nigga Guilty Call up, nigga...nigga Sean P 3-1-3 to the N-Y-C [Verse 3: Black Milk] BK & double three one is trouble These one's trouble, each one'll crumble Whole crews that front on old crews to fumble Guilt run a play, P run a huddle They say whatever but they like to mumble So watch what they say. Results: Guns, the muzzle Blood starts to bubble Random, Random! Had to double our pay, so cash them out It's 'no dough, no show' don't even go ask them So, Bro this probably be bigger than my last one Who ahead in the race? Passed them Hear it, now smash them This that headbanger, no aspirin nigga [Chorus: Black Milk] Who making hits like these? Call up, nigga...nigga Sean P Call up, nigga...nigga Guilty 3-1-3 to the N-Y-C Who making hits like these? Call up, nigga...nigga Guilty Call up, nigga...nigga Sean P 3-1-3 to the N-Y-C