ATHENA - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Mistermeanor]

Oh shit, here I come, droppin' them bombs full of that redrum

Creepin' up on a nigga with that motherfuckin' shotgun

Player hatin' niggas call me clean, 'cause it makes me mad

That's why every night I make some trick stare into the mask

I'm from the North, so, nigga, claim your motherfuckin' set

If you ain't from the North, then I'ma break your fuckin' neck in half

As I laugh, from the motherfuckin' gun blast

Prepare to meet your maker in that motherfuckin' body bag

[Verse 2: Z-Dogg]

Them Hilltop niggas ain't shit to be fucked with

We stickin' and stabbin' you bitches and makin' hoes real quick

We on the block, we sellin' that weed

Wе chiefin' quarter pounds, so stand your ground

Player hatin' niggas don't comе around

Them Hilltop niggas don't fuck with you player haters

We sportin' them gators and makin' that shit get greater later

We tote non stop, we sportin' them Locs

Big boy blunts we smoke

We on the track, we sellin' that crack, keepin' our pockets fat

Z-Dogg's in the house, I'm kickin' it with the Gimisum

We make you numb, my nigga Redrum got that Tommy Gun

The Hilltop click is in this bitch, we leave you in a ditch

I'm like Lil' Debo, I'll smack you like a punk-ass bitch

[Verse 3: Mistermeanor]

Oh shit, here I come, droppin' them bombs full of that redrum

Creepin' up on a nigga with that motherfuckin' shotgun

Player hatin' niggas call me clean, 'cause it makes me mad

That's why every night I make some trick stare into the mask

I'm from the North, so, nigga, claim your motherfuckin' set

If you ain't from the North, then I'ma break your fuckin' neck in half

As I laugh, from the motherfuckin' gun blast

Prepare to meet your maker in that motherfuckin' body bag

[Verse 4: Z-Dogg]

Them Hilltop niggas ain't shit to be fucked with

We stickin' and stabbin' you bitches and makin' hoes real quick

We on the block, we sellin' that weed

We chiefin' quarter pounds, so stand your ground

Player hatin' niggas don't come around

Them Hilltop niggas don't fuck with you player haters

We sportin' them gators and makin' that shit get greater later

We tote non stop, we sportin' them Locs

Big boy blunts we smoke

We on the track, we sellin' that crack, keepin' our pockets fat

[Verse 5: AK]

Im that AK, that real nigga, steppin' into your front door

Strapped with the 9mm, cocked back, just in case I got to drop a ho

Load up the nine with the hollow tips

Sixteen-round pistol, extra clip

Called up the killers from the Gimisum

If you try to run, we'll toss them bombs

Ready to kill, that's on my mind, step on up, you're next in line

8-7-4 step up, let's go, load up the TEC-9, drop to the floor

Runnin' through the crowd, shootin' thangs in the air

Holdin' up my forks, I ain't smokin' on a square, AKA, speakin' loud and clear

Look in my eyes, you'll see no fear

[Verse 6: Big Hill & Lil Debo]

My hood is rough and tough

We whoopin' McGruff, the Crime Dog's ass

So fuck a mask, if you cross me, nigga

I'm ready to blast, when I see your face

I'm buckin', no duckin', buckshots they rushin' hot