[Verse 1: Hanz On]

Hanz on he yo beast

Meth lab we gon' feast

Mad now call him Cheech

Meth man got the keef

Street lights in the building

Wu bang for the children

You know the stat and we the best

Come meet these killers in the flesh

[Method Man]

5 thousand dollars on the love sofa

Stealing public houses with them love coca

Still love the culture and them bud smokers

But to my soldiers that cross line, that loves over

See I ain't never wrote a raps over

A loss cost but a win free, [?]

Situation fishy like some bad chocha

Or y'all just tryna twist me like some bad yoga

[Hanz On]

Park hills you know what it is

Nowadays I got bills and kids

Like bills in that type of shit

These niggas busy tryna keep it lit

Homie lying on the smartphone

I'm tryna tell em need to stop holmes

This shit ain't bout eating babies

And have em have me acting crazy

[Method Man]

I'm too hot and still fire baby

And 2pac is still alive baby

I love my family cuz they mine baby

They get to [?]

Whatever happen to them crack babies

Hello [?] smoking some crack maybe

And I don't know where you rappers getting your batch lately

Before you rappers, its a rap send in a fat lady

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2: Hanz On]

Its like my killers they on call dog

Do ya dirty call ya boss hog

Terminate em like a loss job

I see his death to all these fake frauds

I swear to god I'm so serious

Got me getting these guns if you curious

I said the stat and we the best

From killing out here to the west

[Method Man]

Got labels calling cuz I rhyme slick

You, you never get the ring, you like a side chick

Ask berry crock where them pies trick

The dark knight and I'm back robin no sidekick

See I ain't lying when that lie lit

I touch a cloud, it only raise when I spit

I'm tryna tell these rappers when I spit

Update the app in yo Iphones like Iquick