[Intro: Chuuwee]
Check.. 1-2 1-2 (repeat)
[Hook]
You don't want our minds to fuckin' collide
Because it'll be a mutha fuckin' homicide (repeat 4x)
[Verse 1: Chuuwee]
Yo, let's play a mind game and let's pretend that you are me and I
I warn you now, don't think too hard, it could be suicide
Homicide cause I'm do or die
Even if you was I
Pull out that tool and try and hit you twice and you would die
You would lie flat on yo' face if our moods collide
Stay in yo' lane, I stay drivin' in the suicide
Homicide I drive crazy in my momma's ride
I'm obliged to harming people with this '45 of mine
I'mma let it shine like to gold Dayton's on that '84 cadillac
Knick knack had a gat, Patty came runnin' round the corner with a fatty sack
I need half of that, click clack, gimme daddy's cash
Lock yo' doors and windows wit' yo happy ass
Niggas come equipped with shit to make you do the cabbage patch
I'm just statin' what I seen that made me have to blast
And if our brains cross paths, don't make me act like that
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Gibbs]
Ay caramba, I sways past yo' mind, feel my thunder
It's Gibby, not your average rapper turned from a hustler
Won't cut ya', so what you wanna see me you can't
Cause you like Stevie, got knowledge like Mr. Feeny
Bye bye cause there's no coming back
My niggas rollin', we rollin' that rugged buddha sack
Smoking on that premium gas
I find it hard in myself to make believe
Everything that comes out of my mouth be soaking up, you breeze
So ah, by any means, any means necessary, I pull in and pull out
Tooth fairy, my mind golden, drive foreign shades as Asbury
When shit starts to collide, we wild'n like Thornberrys
(Yo)
Now I done made up my mind we killin' these and puttin' 'em in the dirt
Until they days' up, so start that shit and we just fade up
We out-(ch)here no favors, time is a wasting
And we out, peace I'm pacing yo' I'm goin' no faking
(check check one two)
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Breathe in, breathe out (repeat 8x)
[Verse 3: Stevie Crooks]
Check, ay yo I toss you off a building a jump at the same time
I'm bucking the nine inside yo' mind I untie my Jordan fives
Retie 'em on my back hoping they make me fly
This the part where I can see what rap money can really buy
As we pass the twelfth story, I take eleven shots of Bacardi
Falling inside drunk and I reload and continue dumping
Ten to go, honestly I can't take it no mo'
Maybe I'm crazy, so I aim below and crack a window
Seven is the window to heaven, but six is where the bullet hit
The fives didn't work, but I had to test 'em
While closing my eyes, acrobatically dive
Knowing possibly I can die; homicide, suicide
As we flew inside the six, collision threw me through the fifth
Leaving four bullets in the clip
Give you the last three, one left
Look in the camera with the hammer, this is automatic roulette
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