(feat. Pacewon)



[Pacewon:]

Me and TJ Muham' like Eric B. & Rakim

Girls watchin me like white people watch "Friends"

Every show you see me in, premium helium

Accent my medium b-boy ingredients

I sell the track then stack it away

Still crackin like back in the day

Have you holdin both arms up like twelve o'clock

with two guns, 16 shells a pop

Runnin game, call me Earl the Pearl

Put her on, turn her out, show your girl the world

I'm thorough - God made in July in nine-five

My crew throw slugs in the clip and driveby

Snatch your little chain and step off like my my

The price of this ice these days is sky high

You can't bring the drama I can so why try

You need to go chill the {fuck} out like Fly Ty



[Chorus: LongShot]

It's a rap, {nigga} ain't no fussin with that

PaceWon, LongShot, ain't no {fuckin} with that

(Let's go!) From the Bricks to Cali and back

To the Illa' where real spitters buck at your cap

(Let's flow!) {Nigga} ain't no fussin with that

PaceWon, LongShot, ain't no {fuckin} with that

(Let's go!) From the Bricks to Cali and back

To the Illa' where real spitters buck at your cap



[LongShot:]

Real {niggaz} start {shit}, bust shots up at your coffin

Catch me knee deep in the weed wheezin and coughin

Deez leave earth in a hearse, screamin and barkin

While the rest of my life likely, dangerous talkin

Every other rapper I've battled aimlessly talkin

So step the {fuck} off cause you soft like chicken squawkin

[bawk] I spit to make the cypher look exhausted

Crossin {hell} against me, I leave your meat beaten and darkened

Turn the V up, now the verbals blaze your mind

Blame the rhymes on the fact I ain't got {shit} but flamin rhymes

I flip the diction for these half spitters

wishin they could spit it like this, picture that ridiculous

When I spit it like this, I make your skin bubble over

Punch you in your chest 'til your shoulders sag right

Half-sober, tryin to get over a relationship

Bein broke got me wonderin - is God on some racist {shit}?



[Chorus]