[Verse 1: Psycho Les]

Stuffin' my product in balloons for swallowin'

Importin' it, transportin' it

Through metal detectors, no one's followin'

Coast is clear, from the East Coast to South America – Medellín

Known for doin' dirt, but my tracks clean

As I whistle, you get hit by a missile

While you're eatin' dinner, tryin' to reach for your pistol

You's a beginner, at this

You need practice

My label put dough on the table

For me to whack kids

I whack 'em, body bag 'em, trunk 'em

Daily routine, my product bring new fiends

From other areas, my tunes start spreadin' like bacterias

Yo, fuck rubber-glovin' it, my peeps is lovin' it

Niggas is tapin' it, uh, dubbin' it

I give it to you raw, out the speaker

While you indoors like a fuckin' housekeeper – dustin'

I be outdoors, hustlin'

Track gamblin', scramblin' my doses like eggs

Niggas don't pay

(What you do?) I break legs

Snap necks, shoot off TECs, do like the I.R.S. 

And repossess your fuckin' Lex

[Interlude]

Yo, where the fuck my car? (Ah man, you don't understand)

What?! (T.N.T. rolled up) What? Aahhh, I'm out

[Verse 2: JuJu]

Undoubtedly, techniques shine through, let it be known

Mics torchin' MC's who intersect my zone

It's the beer drinkin', Cuban linkin', money thinker

Lethal joyride, homicide body sticker

Muder, when I slip into hysteria mode

As I rise to terrorize every area code

Junkyard, like a crook in the night

I want mines, I take mines, dressed in black, holdin' the mic

Now give me my loot and no stories

Excuses just bore me

So, nigga, don't try to reassure me

Here's the plan, you need to have my money on-hand

If you don't, then you gon' die where you stand

Surprise, I'm never lettin' shit slide by

Nigga, either you gon' come correct or you die

So if you owe me money, better find that shit

'Cause niggas will die quick behind that shit

[Hook]

If you owe me money, better find that shit

'Cause niggas will die quick behind that shit

[Verse 3: JuJu]

It's the hard little pistol packin'

Money stackin', super down low, never know

Honey mackin'

Scared, never catchin' cases, yo, whatever

Cleverly, we keepin' the block sewn together

React like a cat, always elude danger

'Cause I ain't never sold no drugs to no stranger

The re-arranger of beats and basslines

It's hardcore, keepin' it raw, e'ry time

[Verse 4: Psycho Les]

NYPD lookin' for me knockin' at 1G – nobody home

Ask my neighbor, nobody know

Where I'm at, where I be, what I'm doin'

How I'm livin', limo drivin', women screwin'

Up my stack, comin' short, I ain't havin' it

See that fat link on your neck? I'm grabbin' it

The clocks tickin' and I'ma time that shit

You got 24 hours to find that shit

If you owe money, better find that shit

'Cause bitches is dyin' too behind that shit

[Hook]

If you owe me money, better find that shit

'Cause niggas will die quick behind that shit