What Ima hit you with
You motherfuckers better duck
Im a bull in a china shop, watch how the uzi spit
Who we with, bros with hammers and they like too legit
I aint got any time for your foolishness
Raw raps from the same place where the sits
He the mofucker always sippin goose and shit
Stomp a rapper out, Timberland boots and shit
The left hand is what I give you the with
The right hand is where I write all of the ruthless shit
Survival of the fit or my little boozy shit
My hands are made of stone cut from that Madusa shit
Big gold chains, we was on that shit
Still roll with the kids I stole the Gucci with
I punch you dead in the face so fuck the music shit
The guns command though, Hollywood movie shit
Yall aware yall on some Lollapalooza shit
Let the beard grow
Yall are scared when I step inside the booth and shit
Cuttin mofuckers cell roll on some sushi shit
Yall are cowards, yallll only talk on computer shit
This a Haitian ritual, Im on my voodoo shit
Find out whos the realest (Vinnie)
Rock and not quit
What Ima hit you with
You motherfuckers better duck
Death before dishonor, blood yall are fake
I let the 4.5 blocka blocka while I was
Dead Sea overlook the view from inside a grave
The dictionary definition of dominate
Yall weak Germantown
Fat bull, but my pockets never out of shape
You a bitch, security guard lock the gates
The Louis Vuitton bootleg, Prada fake
Im tryin to make the same money that Madonna make
Eyes never lie, Im surprised that you not with
Rhymes and one tape, record an album in an hours
You a pile of waste, I see a sucker and salivate
Cutting motherfuckers of, time to consolidate
A thousand pounds of weightll force your heart to
Its Armageddon for you motherfuckers, lock the date
Any bitch I meet means that Ima copulate
My revolution will be met with Peter Toshs fate
Thats the reason that the God is tryin to populate
I can tell you how the Vodka taste
The 4.5 lift you, sent you into outer space
Brah