[Intro: Pop Da Brown Hornet]

Motherfuckin' GP in the motherfuckin' house

With shorty Shy

[Verse 1: Rubbabandz]

Yo, yo, I raise all hell when I start to stain

Crab niggas, I reckon you recognize the Grain

I bring drama to your earpiece when I bust

Raps niggas collapse, in fact turn to slush

It only takes a second to die

It only takes a minute to get high

The hoods that I run with really don't care

Bustin' at God with our pistols in the air

[Verse 2: Pop Da Brown Hornet]

No more losses, I'm bringin in the bosses

You wanna get rich, bet on me, motherfuck them horses

I'm black, too good, deadly like a luger

I live day by day, but my mind set on the future

Drunk with vexism, handin' out bad decisions

Got shit locked like state prisons

MC destroyer, bring it, I got somethin' for ya

When I'm red niggas die from paranoia

Sureshot, play yourself, get got, forget me not

Or I'll be runnin shit in ya' spot

Die hard, crackin' shit like Ty Cobb

Keep it real, plus stay black, roll with a tight mob

Forever high, I'm the type of guy to puff chocolate thai

Then blow the smoke all in your eye

You're blinded, the rap style I possess, you can't find it

That's why you wanna constantly rewind it

[Verse 3: Down Low Recka]

Yo, d. allah represent at sparkin' mics like flint

With style that you can inhale and get the nigga bent

Cash rules, no choice but bein' top biller

Have you blinded by the fire like that bitch in the killer

You know I'm iller than the caviar with these rhythms

That's acquired to break down immune systems

In any battle I'ma come in first

With raw techniques that shock your ear like a fuckin' curse

I like sex after ballentine triple x

Understand this, I run through hoes like Barry Sanders

Niggas get lost in the land

Reachin', it'll cost your hand, now you sink in the sand where you stand

[Verse 4: Shyheim]

I'ma live shorty, word up, the shit ain't hard to tell

I kill verses, just like napsilnac to sperm cells

My lifestyle, it didn't change, I'm still the same

Nike sneakers, Guess jeans and gold chains

The Rugged Child be bringin drama to your system like drugs

Live and direct, from New York like lugz

Is it the ruckus you want? Come and get that ass lynched

You complain to throw, I play your jake with a twelve inch

Kid, I be just fuckin' in the cut, on some Shaolin what

Jiggy-June, bust a nut

[Verse 5: June Luva]

Who dares to test me? Bring it to the cypher

Niggas, you don't really wanna see the god hyper

Active, make teachers run back for practice

And tell they proteges they can't fuck with the tactics

So give me room when I speaks with verbal knowledge

You put your best man, even if he went to college

With this mutation, I serve like a chef

What do you know, I be that nigga squeezin' air from your last breath

Got you gaspin' from suffocation

Then I leave without a clue nor an explanation

It's the mister hip-hop, b-boy, rap addict

Static, you don't want, 'cause when I brings it, it get tragic

Faggot, now put an H on your chest and handle

Whatever comes at ya, best believe I'ma gat ya

Now move back from this, jack, you can't touch it

'Cause if you do, you catch a buck-fifty muggin

I'm thuggish, with enough stamina to damage ya

Crew, plus jerk 'em like a crooked-ass manager

Corrupt indeed, my mind is the backbone of evil

Causin' me to to hurt innocent people

Niggas playin hard rocks on the wrong block

Thinkin' it be you until I let the 9 Glock p-pop

My man shitted all in his pants

It's the same old song and dance

And I'm out motherfuckers