[Intro: NEMS & Spit Gemz]

Yeah

Yeah

Yo, Murph, what the fuck you doin', nigga?

[Verse: NEMS & Spit Gemz]

Nigga this shit been hard

Yeah, body your whole family

Like Chris Benoit

Leave your pen scarred

Spit Renoirs, ghetto memoirs

Bag your bitch right in front of you, revoke your pimp card

She with the centaurs, sent her home with her ribs gone

And a "Fuck Ya Life" tee

That's the shit we've been on

Nigga, my gun been drawn

And these cowards can't fuck with me

NEMStar with the GEMZstar

Buck-fifty

Fuck a stylist

You keep on ice

I'll slice your eyelids

Ice picks in your iris

It's Coney Island

We up in Cypress

On the roof laying like snipers

Professional shit, night-vision goggles with wipers

One shot out of the barrel, fuck up your ciphers

Shout out to the lifers

Scumbags

And knifers

Live from Rikers

Motherfucker get cut quickly

NEMStar with the GEMZstar, buck sixty

Armed heavily, guardians guarding the God's legacy

My squad stomp you out with more legs than a centipede

Desert Eags, bombed at the bar off of kerosene

Kill yourself, you in the closet like David Carradine

Berretta scream

Couldn't step to me with the devil's team

Energy like there's ten of me

Crash your embassy

Kick your front door wide open

Like, "Yo, remember me?"

GEMZstar with the NEMStar

Buck seventy

I'm a hundred percent gutter

A hundred percent tougher

Than any one of these suckers

I tell 'em, "Go fuck your mother"

I fell in love with the hustle

You fell in love with a guntha

Now I got that broad feedin' me grapes

That bitch a butler

She got you eatin' out of her ass

'Cause you's a buster

She showed me where you keep your stash

You shouldn't trust her

She thought I loved her

But I dubbed her

Now she hate me

NEMStar with the GEMZstar

Buck eighty

Man, I put that bitch head in a box like Kevin Spacey

I knock you out in front of the cops and tell 'em, "Chase me"

Your mom's is a big bull dyke, they call her Tasty

She used to boost Lo gear for me from out of Macy's

That's my crimey

The warrant squad couldn't find me

They maced the whole team on the block

They could've blind me

Grimy

Wake you out your sleep

With one-ninety

GEMZstar with the NEMStar

Buck ninety

Come try me, punk, the pump right by me (Uh)

You pump-faking and fist-pumping, your suit's shiny (Uh)

I'm too slimy, slide the tentacle in your wifey

Might be the nicest ever without a pardon

You a target, I'm Sergeant Slaughter to you

You little twat, I got calluses harder than you

I'm a storm shadow, you were born rattled, need his jaw shattered

I abhor rappers, I'm the law, lord, and master

I'm in the F150 Raptor, all I do is grind and ride

Merch gang homicide, shittin' on your 9 to 5

Ask me how I'm doin', I say, "I'm alive"

But I still keep the grip by my side just in case the drama rise

Take the stand, I'ma lie, lookin' in your honor's eyes

Jab, leave you stunned, right hook'll leave you traumatized

Me and GEMZ kill niggas line for line

With a scholar's mind, flow hotter than the sunshine in Ghana's skies

Dollar signs

Lotta crime

Posted by the Mama's Fried

Shotties slide out the trench coat

Like it's Columbine

Gotta grind

When the feds giving out that Gotti time

Probably find

Bodies lined up

In your lobby, slime

Dust, booze

Mushrooms

Smack you out your molly mind

Police comin' around, like, "Who done it?"

Back-to-back

Gat for gat

Who want it?

NEMStar with the GEMZstar

Two hundred (Nigga)

[Outro]

Yeah, uh

Come here, nigga

Ah (Ah, this nigga just cut me)

Hold that, motherfucker

Somebody call the police