[Intro: Fukkit]

Uh, yah

[Verse 1: Fukkit & Sabino]

I'm with my dawg like a Doberman, sic 'em

Adidas stripe on me, I look too official

The fact that we made it here not accidental

Askin' me questions, I don't like riddles

Thinkin' I'll play while they sing like a fiddle

Sleepin' on me? Then you soft as a pillow

I don't got time for that bullshit, kiddo

What is my niche? Right here, I guess

.30 on me, when I shoot, it's a swish in a net

And I don't really stop or miss

Number one always, that's why they look pissed

And the second I dropped then they not for shit

'Cause I got hit after hit on the list

Envious of my former accomplishments

Pussy ass niggas still soundin' jealous

And I got all the time in the world

I gain credit for killin' you

And the blood that I spill, how's it feel to you?

And the damage I do is so real to you

And the puddles, I use as a swimming pool

Dive in that bitch, take a bath in the minerals

Ask the questions I know that will riddle you

Throw my boy in the middle to pick on you

And your girl got a problem, my pickle

Watch gold but the hands in it nickle

Rushin' harder than hammer and sickle

While I draw out the line like a stencil

And my bars just hit like missiles

Pick a coffin, make sure that it fits you

Ain't no stoppin' the rap game skitzo

And the .38 special, don't tickle, bitch (Uh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Sabino]

Special like specialist, come with the sedatives

Illusion so grand, past embarrassment

Passin' the drink 'cause these fuckas not blowin' up

I roll with the punches, don't ask how I'm holdin' up

Better yet, [?] who I am, showin' up

Bitch, you get uppercut, yeah, huh

Cut 'em off, buggin'

I'll show yo' ass somethin'

I see what y'all honied and dip like a nugget, uh

Quit acting so rugged, I turn ya to [?]

Recallin' yo sweet threats, y'all just some defects, uh

That chain made of weak links

Blockin' yo' weak links

Droppin' some roses to show how yo' shit stink

I cannot duel 'less my pockets want weight gain

I will not settle for life in a cube or a cubicle

That life that you livin', to me, is not suitable

Peeled back my nails when I crawled out my hole

I'll settle when this shit start feelin' like home

Run from my shadow, won't let that shit hold

I'm runnin' my show and I'm fuckin' off all you lil' faggots

That's cut from a mold, I could superimpose it

Get kicked from that dick that they riding

But hittin' they stomach to stop all that shit

Damn, my breath

Hit yo' peep but you quick, outta time

It's easy to see how we sellin' these rhymes like dime

Keep 'em locked in a box like mimes

Every step that I take is a mountain they climb

Hope you sick of my shit

Slap 'em up, just the way the beat hit

Wettin up the flow with some spit

She goes harder than you may admit

But you must like a sweaty armpit

[Outro: Sabino]

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Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh, dummy