[Verse 1 - Rasco]

Ah,ah,ah,ha,ha,ah,yes son,

you are now rockin with the best

straight from the west

gunnin for the chest



Ey yo we gets tracks crackillin

c to the a 1,the grand imperial son

fuck where you from, from the golden

exactly how much money is you holdin

is it yours?can you make everybody on the floor keep movin

only runnin with the proven

what we like,never fuck with weak types

it's been two years now it's time for me

and Planet As(Asia) to kick rhymes never showin the signs

never gettin too old for this,sometimes we too cold for this

they light up then they roll to this

just bring me a fifth of the yak

give me a pad and a pen and then load the track and step back

you know i'm still talkin the smack

for the lack of a better word, your style's for the birds

we eat 'em up and spit 'em out

the type of niggas that you see in the show go home

and straight up forget about

I'm never turning my back on those

just because he got doe and like sixteen hoe's

I like myne's sixteen bars bangin heavy and hard

I wip his ass in his own front yard

sometimes i fold their card and then shuffle the deck

you fools better show some god-damn respect

I drop line for line and ain't never came weak

these cats get deals and now they're too big to speak

the pipe's still springin the leak

but I can close that up,shut it off and have that shit backed up

it's the c to the a,you know how we do

you lookin for us?bring your whole damn crew



Chorus x2

We can go line for line and track for track

we be keepin it underground and never came wack

you know we still talkin the smack

it's the c to the a you get your wig pushed back





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