The Recipe

[Intro]

Bring forth fruit and make a final connection

So, we'd like to take to you this [?]

[Chorus: Fat Ray]

Trained to go, trained to go, trained to go, trained to go

Trained to go, trained to go, trained to go, trained to go

[Verse 1: Fat Ray]

More food from the master, great news

We making a move on the masses

Streets watching 'em, blindin' they eyes with the passion

Tapped into the power inside, everlasting

Me and bro was the coldest alive, if they asking

Rare breed, I come from a league of assassins

Storm shadow, I stood on the head of the dragon

Rap battle, could turn up a urn full of ashes

Fantastic, in the class with the classics

Real shooter, could jump in the game with the mavericks

Work movin', it come with the chain and the glasses

Ladies know who's been makin' it rain on they asses

Law officers wanna detain and harass us

Lookin' for el-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz's

Lookin' for bodies for all of their cells and caskets

God, beat all the odds, I just pray [?], elastic

[Chorus: Fat Ray]

Trained to go, trained to go, trained to go, trained to go

Trained to go, trained to go, trained to go, trained to go

[Verse 2: Fat Ray]

The dope game makes you rest in peace

Whippin' the Pyrex to a Patek, niggas know the recipe

I got black, I got white, nigga, referee's

Leave 'em with me, bet you I could get some neck at least

Brought my niggas with me and we all gon' need a check a piece

King shit, nigga, you a motherfuckin' checker piece

Niggas do they best and can't finesse the street

Two-two-threes tearin' through your vest to turn your chest to cheese

Cudi was top shooter 'til he blew his knees

Who gon' Steven Seagal him when we under siege?

I'm sick, nigga, I'm nauseous

I don't slip, I'm on tip, I be cautious

Can't fire us niggas, we are bosses

I sense some real deal niggas in your office, the offence

[Chorus: Fat Ray]

Trained to go, trained to go, trained to go, trained to go