(feat. La the Darkman, Sunz of Man, Timbo King)



[Intro: dubbed voice]

There's some sick shit goin' on in here

A bunch of niggas is goin' crazy

Y'nahmean? Straight up and down

What the fuck is goin' on yo?

I can't believe it

Niggas is the nicest y'all

Division/CCF, Darkman



[La the Darkman]

Yo I flash jewels, wear no tattoos

I'm hard like statues, thirsty for Cash Rules

Son I send a wild dime piece to lick you

Then wid your pants down nigga I stick you

Clever, so I tell poems quick, Cellphone flips

Beside sellin' grams I sell you a whole brick

Plus my flow's sick, then a bitch with AIDS

And my bullets twist niggas like Spreewell braids



[Prodigal Sunn]

Street slug incinerator, Brooknam generator, fuck haters

Design with the rhymes to shine across the equator

Spit gravitation, these bitch niggas stay fakin'

Got no time for playin, guns sprayin', bodies layin'

My son's pockets achin', an everyday hood situation

We live on revelations, fuck contemplatin'

And yeah, many hung in the jungle

Stamina black panel I jack with the hammer attack

Now where your sons at?



[Chorus: Freemurder (ShaCronz) with 60 "aww"ing in the background]

Get off my niggas, shit on your niggas 

Click on your niggas, get off my niggas

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Hatin' Don't Pay

You wanna live off our riches?



[ShaCronz]

It was devil one great in 7-1-8, let it be him

State rapper insest, corporate DMs

In the Lex or the BM, niggas get stress when they see 'em

Bust Techs in the BMs, sex, European checks

or Koreans wrap tight like durags

Crackin' white and blue bags, about to cop the new Jag

Off the lot or on the spot, I rap for Ju-maicans

And pawn shops, Cronz hot, I got the block on lock



[Break: Terra Tory]

Aiyo Cronz I told you my nigga (Fuck y'all!)

Y'nahmean, we gonna do this shit right baby (Yeah yeah!)

We gonna make this shit jump baby (the buildings comin' down my nigga)

When niggas get in their car they gonna see a black whole

In that whole is just how Division come to



[60 Second Assassin (Freemurder)]

Rhyme spit (it's a), it's a Time to click (gotta)

Comin' out your pocket with your money plus lint (gimme that)

I got a .22 and a .25 spit (what you spittin')

I'm lookin' at a potential slip (I wanna flip)

Go 'head my nigga go 'head and flip

Already done, emptied the clip (I'm gonna)

Catch a tour and then split (yeah), I got 20 years in head of this shit

(You just a..) international pimp (60), every verse in the script (yeah)



[Timbo King]

Shoot a fair one, you need help shoot a flare gun, blap blap blap blap

Emergency, my team emerge with me

I got the game on DVD, so watch me now

The sharper the metal the deeper the wound

'Bout to pop somebody's balloon up in this room

Puncture, internal bleedin', let the horror begin

End of the world is near, men followin' sin



[Terra Tory]

Terra Tory shatter your dreams as bad as it seems

The only thing that matters is that the cabbage is green

Splatter your team, Jack of all trades in the shadow of Kings

Snakes in the grass rattle for schemes, all out battle for CREAM

Everybody seekin' national gleem

Actual facts is seen to spray stats on screens

Beat competition by a wide percentage

Create more rackets than tennis

This rap menace attack the track 'til it's finished



[Chorus x2]



[Outro: dubbed voice]

Hahaha, yeah yeah

Like I told y'all

It's some shit goin' down

Respect this straight up

CCF and Division

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