[Intro: Action Bronson]
Bam Bam!
Queens, it's me
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
I peel steel shit like string cheese (Uh)
River Monsters playing on the big screen
I've been flickin' knives since I was 15 (15)
I'm just a kid from Queens, nothing don't mean shit to me
Victory (uh), my life is like a breakfast at Tiffany's
M5 sounding like a symphony
These people jealous 'cause no motherfucker sick as me (Uh)
I bat .330, 40 home runs, 137 RBIs, 50 stolen bases
Hold this face lift
I should have bought a bracelet (Uh)
I guess I'm old, impatient (Uh)
Time is of the essence, shorty, face it (Face it)
I all-suede everything, spaceship (Everything)
Put your pussy right here so I can taste it (Mwah)
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, shot him so quick I forgot to put my gloves on (Brrrrrr)
Bullets soundin' like a love song
Roll him in the Persian rug
Soon as the buckshots hit 'em he started coughin' blood (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Neighborhood tracksuits, but you ain't ran shit
Pistol whip him so hard, fucked up his dandruff
Kicks too plush, the Public School's nubuck
Grenade launcher lookin' like Manute Bol
Searchin' for loopholes (Boom)
Fell asleep in the law library
Me and LaRusso
Get the knives from Julio, uh
Buck the nigga if he move once
Black still in the hole, he got 14 months
Work from the DR, she stuck it in her cunt
We back, flip a thousand packs, relax
Last Kwanzaa we bought each other Jag
Mines was all glass, skrrrrrrrrr!
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