Iron Tusk

[Intro: Conway] Yeah How you want it when you want it nigga? Y'kna mean? [Verse 1: Conway] Look, the bag buried in the yard by the pit bulls Hollows in the HK, got a clip full Niggas be thinking that my shit's good They don't know I took ten losses last year, '96 Bulls But I ain't tripping, 'cause my wrist good Fuck these industry niggas, I'm '96 Suge Hang you off the balcony for a brick Trigger on the fifth get pulled Who would've thought I'd be this good? Told you I'm a different dude I went from sleeping on a cot to hitting the lot to pick and choose Stomp a nigga till he didn't move There's blood on the bottom Got my 750s looking like Christian Lous Damn, these niggas is stressed looking deprived I'll put you to sleep, you can rest good in the sky I just go in the booth, I'm like Westbrook on the drive I'm better than just good, the best nigga is I, motherfucker Yeah, yeah, one-two The Gucci over the shoulder-strap Conway Yo, Machine, what up, papa? Gunn, what up, papa? Look, yeah, one-two Look, yeah [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] You better duck muhfucker when the fifth blow rounds 'Cause I'm here mean I'm here, pussy ten toes down And I suggest you ain't around when this shit go down And the Gucci on the crown is a retro brown Listen par, everything that you be saying is noise I'm a man, you a pedophile playing with boys I'm must be soften' up a little, 'cause I gave you a choice I'mma have to ask God why he gave you a voice Who these dumb muhfuckers that’s believing it’s geek Because the numbers never lie, pussy read it and weep But the Twitter figures telling me you eager to sleep How you always in the crib and say you be in the street? You's a batiman, B you need to get out the house more This soft muhfucker need to button his blouse more You eating, money? Why you always sleep on the couch for? And I don't do battles, par, this is all out war Yeah Pack Pistol Pazzy! Yeah, Conway Tha Machine! Griselda