[Verse 1: Ras Kass]

One minute of drama, eternity in a coma

’til they shut off life support and then it’s over

Been spitting sicker than Corona

Terminal case of pneumonia

Same difference gyro, shwarma, döner

A lot of “rest in power” posts

First 48 hour episodes

My and my niggas do our dirt dolo

So I ain’t snitching on myself, nigga

You rocking coke, stay in that kitchen by yourself, nigga

These niggas broke and they hoes too

Got envy in they heart

You put ‘em on, they knock you off

Pistol-whip ‘em, give em a pass, they think you soft

I don’t let nobody know how I feel, they manipulated

So I mastеred my emotions, that’s Islam demonstratеd

Drop the top on the Maserati, that’s ventilated

Twelve shots and a dirty revolver that’s nickel-plated

So when it pop off, I’m Orville Redenbacher

Lock and load, let it blakka rapper’s head and get a doctor

[Hook]

One second of terror, a milligram of fire

Squeeze the breath out of a nigga like some nooses and some wires

Squeeze the death out of a nigga like a tourniquet and pliers

The Ks, the nickels, them the neighborhood supplier

One second of terror, a milligram of fire

Squeeze the breath out of a nigga like some nooses and some wires

Squeeze the death out of a nigga like a tourniquet and pliers

The Ks, the nickels, them the neighborhood supplier

[Verse 2: Hus Kingpin]

Your bitch give me sheep’s head, I’m calling her bae

Courvoisier play, titties and yak, her name Brandy

She talking her way

Like where you from though? What brought you this place?

New York to LA, you came a long run

Baby, I’m fortunate, and now I’m forcing four horse [?]

She pop the gloss [?], her lips shine, telling fortunes

Yo ma, you played the house way too long

Just give me one second of your time and baby, we on, you’ll see

Cause yo, I read it all in your palm trees, you made the summer cry

Fresh puss, I judge a woman’s worth by her insides, huh

Yo ma, you riding or not? Then stuff this coke by your g-spot

And give me top ’til the beat stop

[Hook]

One second of terror, a milligram of fire

Squeeze the breath out of a nigga like some nooses and some wires

Squeeze the death out of a nigga like a tourniquet and pliers

The Ks, the nickels, them the neighborhood supplier

One second of terror, a milligram of fire

Squeeze the breath out of a nigga like some nooses and some wires

Squeeze the death out of a nigga like a tourniquet and pliers

The Ks, the nickels, them the neighborhood supplier

[Verse 3: Kurupt]

My purpose of getting paid in pieces by every nigga

I’m mobbing through every line, you better get ready, nigga

You try to catch me and end up catching body shots, nigga

I’m pivotal with the pistol, squabbing, golly mop, niggas

My nigga [?] won’t hesitate to follow

The eagles in Sleepy Hollow spin niggas and make ‘em wobble

Headhunting, bullets ricochet and double deuces

My bitch is like Ashanti and your bitch is like Rasputias

One second of terror, a milligram of fire

Squeeze the breath out of a nigga like some nooses and some wires

Squeeze the death out of a nigga like a tourniquet and pliers

The Ks, the nickels, them the neighborhood supplier

Everything the homies want and need I supply ‘em

Nigga, that’s Gotti, don’t even try him

Everything the homies want and need I supply ‘em

It’s like I told the bitch suck the dick or die trying, bitch

[Hook]

One second of terror, a milligram of fire

Squeeze the breath out of a nigga like some nooses and some wires

Squeeze the death out of a nigga like a tourniquet and pliers

The Ks, the nickels, them the neighborhood supplier

One second of terror, a milligram of fire

Squeeze the breath out of a nigga like some nooses and some wires

Squeeze the death out of a nigga like a tourniquet and pliers

The Ks, the nickels, them the neighborhood supplier