[Intro: Ghetts & Kyzer]
Of course, you know
This means war
Yeah
You know what time it is
It's Ghetto, it' Kyze
You know what happened from the last one
You know we had to link up and do this shit again
What you saying Kyze?
Fuck [?], bare knows them
Brap, bap, bap, bap
J Flow's on the production
Haha
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Kyzer]
I'm about on the roads
Counting off [?]
Ask about source if it is about [?]
I could show all these niggas about flows
And if you speak, show you niggas about flows
Anytime he drops a beat, the beat stalls
What? You ain't getting on this, this beat's sold
Kyzer and Ghetto ain't far from the deep flows
Three hundred percent a sentence in each flow
Spitting ill, the niggas out here knows
The shit that we put out on the road, it's fresh
So I've play with my round till there's field left
I work on my line till there's no [?]
And while I'm in the game, I remain so, so fresh
If you try and fuck up the rap, it's also death
Anytime me and Ghetts buck, shit gets mess
Expect nothing less and fucking get upset
[Verse 2: Ghetts]
I'm off the rails like a curtain
24/7 I've been putting the work in
For certain, I'm merking
I'm so determined, nothing can stop me
Not even a whirlwind
Please, would somebody tell him?
No, it's not a tale ting that I was sending
But no one can help him, no defending
Don't try help him, his time's up
I got heat on my [?] skin
You don't want beef, I'm in the streets like I'm so grim
I've never seen [?]
This boy's a loose cannon, he will light you up
I'm not sleek, my temper's gonna help me
You know I'm breathing off streets you [?]
And we can [?], Ghetts breach, no bells ring
And I'm annoyed [?]
No, I don't like you much
I told you before you lie too much
Oi, tell the truth, this dude's fucked
I know the found the proof, work too much
I go ahead like there's only few months
I'm bang with a bang that will make you jump
Look, you punk, you're a mook, you front
You've been spitting for years, I got big in two months
[Verse 3: Kyzer]
Hear this, I'm about to tear this
Kyze's [?], I'm tearing bare hits
I'm on the realest, I'm one of the rarest
That's why I picked [?], you can barely bare this
Spitting, no one's heard it
We're pumping our CDs all over their bits
I do it for the funds and the funds you're hearing
So say what you gotta say, I'm done with the staring
Kyze is back around, know that I'm packing rounds
Ready to clap you down, no where I'm backing down
Because I'm [?], switch my name
Head shot, make you go switching, switch his brain
[?] is the same, plan to rip the game
South up to East, me and Ghetto set the pace
Two of the best, it's bait
Best you get this straight
[?] nasty, far from hardly great
[Verse 4: Ghetts]
I got the street on smash
Finally I've getting decent gash
They wanna ride with me like I got p's to splash
Hold the 9 mili bitch, read the map
Holds a mile really quick, easy lash
Don't want quite to be sick, even flash
Don't even try silly prick, I'll squeeze the gat
Yo, my life's pretty sick, just read my stats
