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)