feat. Poster Boy, Shells, Grafh, Cassidy, and Jae Hood



[Poster Boy]

Poster Boy, Fosterville, Kay Slay the Drama King



Fuck with the kid, gotta throw ya moms over the bridge

RP put the hawk to ya over ya ribs

Keep thinkin' that the god is chillin'

I'm the reason custies is comin' to the Carter Buildin

And it aint no tellin what I do

They may find ya body on 16th smellin like a (*jew*)

I'm the number one stunna when it comes to the east

In the Jag with the .40 cal under the seat

Nigga this is my block, Name a nigga who run me out

Friday come, you and you have your money out

Son, my gun'll bring a playboy bunny out

Somebody gotta die, I'm a try ya hunny out

Send her to ER with half her tummy out

No C-section, no infants comin out

She cant have babies again

Me and Kay gettin money so its feelin like the eighties again

Holla!



[Shells]

Ayo, You boys is silly, i'm next since Pac and Biggie

And I'm Bout Major Figgas like Dutch and Gillie

Catch Shells all-star weekend down in Philly

On my hip, pack heat like a bowl of chilly

Look - I Clap milli's, act willy, you a chump

Only kid in the hood with elevators in his truck

See, I flash bucks, rock all black doors

And my watch ice'd out like Jacobs store

When you boys gon learn I got this game lock

What you got for your deal, I spent on X-Box

Keep frontin like you hungry, I'm a feed you a biscuit

I got rock and roll bullets, leave limps like bizkit

So hey, its ya life involved - act like it is

My chain light gray like trash can lids

If one of yall take my chain - none of yall live

You like, "I aint do it Shells", One of yall did!



[Grafh]

'Cause A lot of yall are fakin', one minu