[Intro: Ras Kass]
Yeah! Man, I'ma pull this whole motherfuckin' map across all the way east, nigga, and make it Brooklyn, California. Tek and Steele, what up? We long overdue, my niggas!
Inshallah! Put that on something, it's yo mamas
BK, LA like Go Dodgers
42 shots from the llamas
We robbin‘, son, for your dollars
[Verse 1: Tek]
I'm tryin' to add commas and multiply figures
Save them games y'all playin' for them little niggas (Stop playin' with me, niggas!)
It's crunch time when I get to it (when I get to it)
War scars, show you how I been through it (how I been through it)
My cloth is different than my talk too (talk too)
So if it's fuck me, then it's fuck you (Fuck you, nigga!)
Militant minded, razor sharp like a barber lined it
I got it how I got it 'cause I grind it
That bullshit offer, I declined it (Nah!)
That's insultin' to a nigga that's important (Word!)
You must be vein huntin' or linе snortin'
You fuckin' with a general that got stripes (got stripеs)
A short nigga with a long pipe (Boom!)
A decking in the field with Ras overdue (Word!)
42 reppin' on that Dodger Blue
[Chorus: Steele]
Niggas ain't like me, I got a clip full of crocodile teeth
Big shotgun slidin' down the street
Pointin' at anything slidin' on weak
We killin' when we eat
Niggas ain't like me, I got a clip full of crocodile teeth
Big shotgun slidin' down the street
Pointin' at anything slidin' on weak
We killin' when we eat
[Verse 2: Ras Kass]
In the middle of the chaos with the savages
Doin' drive-bys on the Central Park horse and carriages
Kill more kids than miscarriages
With balaclavas in Paris, Fashion Week terrorist (Shot! Shot!)
My heritage great, straight facts
Stop spendin' money in places that hate blacks
Shoppin' duty free, don't pay tax
And every feature I deserve at least eight racks
My swan song, Ugly Duckling of the industry
'Cause I'm the genius your favorite rapper pretends to be
Thugs clubbin', you trap for bottles of Hennessy
Overpriced, we cop chilled Tito's over the ice
Bottle girl on the CrossFit and healthy eatin'
Told her this vodka made from potato, bitch, we vegan (Vegan)
Hit chicks over the head like Negan, I be Peter and Peter so I'm repeatin' and gettin' even
[Chorus: Steele]
Niggas ain't like me, I got a clip full of crocodile teeth
Big shotgun slidin' down the street
Pointin' at anything slidin' on weak
We killin' when we eat
Niggas ain't like me, I got a clip full of crocodile teeth
Big shotgun slidin' down the street
Pointin' at anything slidin' on weak
We killin' when we eat
[Verse 3: Steele]
General!
Brooklyn niggas, we don't like to smile
In the swamps with the gators and the crocodiles
Lock it down, Rock and Ruck, yes, I'm a problem child
Gangnam Style, bong, bong, buck 'em down
The moon black, get boomed if your tune whack
True facts, Nino Brown in the city of New Jack (New Jack)
No dry snitchin', no set trippin', ten toes
On Sean Price, my sword slice, Kimbo
O-Dog, Larenz Tate, been great
It's like a jungle outside, nigga, been apes
Yeah, playin' on the monkey bars
Tryna get to that top level, Donkey Kong
I'm from the slums where the junkies from
My young guns bangin' them drums, pa-rum-pa-pum
Get caught slumberin' in the wilderness
Bucktown, home where the villains and the bullets live
[Chorus: Steele]
Niggas ain't like me, I got a clip full of crocodile teeth
Big shotgun slidin' down the street
Pointin' at anything slidin' on weak
We killin' when we eat
Niggas ain't like me, I got a clip full of crocodile teeth
Big shotgun slidin' down the street
Pointin' at anything slidin' on weak
We killin' when we eat
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