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[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]

Oh you hard now? (HUH!) I laugh at that

I must be on Punk'd, where Ashton at?

Step up in the party with a plastic gat

Glock that I carry for the grab and snatch

Shine like the gym, untied tims

Bad bitch pulling on my limbs

Telling all her friends it's him! Feeling like a Don

Grab her by the hand and get a quickie in the john

We raise hell and make bail

And put illegal products on weight scales

Place a few phone calls and make sales

I pray to god my lifestyle escapes hell

Stoneface

Running my affairs at my own pace 'till my bankroll's straight

I want the muh'fuckin' icing and the whole cake

You just a crooked ass nigga trying to go straight

[Hook: Guilty Simpson]

Get your pistols (Go... Go)

Launch your missile (Go... Go)

Settle your issues (Go... Go)

I got a feeling somebody's gonna die tonight

Get your pistols (Go... Go)

Launch your missile (Go... Go)

Settle your issues (Go... Go)

I got a feeling somebody's gonna die tonight

[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]

You want lyrics? Try these fam

You a joke like Black Man, White Man and Chinese Man

In fact you're more like them Knock-Knock shits

Your temp's 98, you're not that sick

I spit venom on your favorite denim

I burn like the slugs that I'm spraying up in 'em

That's how it is everyday in the Mitten

Lay my verse, lay down and lay in the kitten

My hunger's intense

I'm from the underground coming under your fence

Patting on your pockets nigga come with the rent, a forfeit

It's not for the weak in heart, call quits

But desert eagle got a beak that'll make you get a body leak

Who got a beef? Get ate by piranha teeth

Yeah the click's like that, Move in packs and move them packs

[Hook]

Get your pistols (Go... Go)

Launch your missile (Go... Go)

Settle your issues (Go... Go)

I got a feeling somebody's gonna die tonight

Get your pistols (Go... Go)

Launch your missile (Go... Go)

Settle your issues (Go... Go)

I got a feeling somebody's gonna die tonight