(feat. Hell Razah, Lord Superb)



[sirens]



[Intro: Beretta 9 (Lord Superb)]

Aiyo, in the place to be

Be B-E-R-E-Double T-A N-I-N-E

Aiyo, check it

(Aiyo yo yo aiyo yo yo

Lord Superb up in this shit too)



[Beretta 9]

Aiyo check it

We super-precede that that, recede that

Might need that, take that bitch

Won't give it back, no, time is of the essence

Rap murder fashion on parking lot cypher

When I go first, go last

When I'm aimin' a, heatseeker projectile

Missile, comin' off all MC's, X-File

Mingle with the mangler, mic cord strangler

Hangin' with B9 is like you better hang it up bitch

Off the hitman, either dig it and dug, or get dug in

Shot the club, got a snub in

Dare one of ya'll come test this

Check one out opponent, and the next on my list is..



[Interlude: Lord Superb]

Nobody, it's 'Perb, yo, yo

Yo, I ain't wanna do it to ya'll but fuck it, yo



[Lord Superb]

Superb, I'm a muthafuckin' risk to rap

Step in the game like, "this is rap?"

I thought this shit was this and that

This game ain't jack, I'm about to go plat

This verse right here, I'm wreck this shit

As for the album, I'mma perfect this shit

In a class by myself, I ain't next to shit

Had to get out the hood, them projects ain't shit

Want an 8-series Benz, a Lex ain't shit

And my one chain truck jewelry, ya'll necks ain't shit

We could, spit it for mills or spit it for deals

When it's over, we gon' see who spit it for real

I battle you for your bitch, we could battle for your moms

I kill you with a rhyme I wrote with no arms

If L.L.'s the G.O.A.T., Greatest of All Times

I'm the G.O.A.S., Greatest on All Sides

East side, West side, North side, South side

I spit murder so much, my muthafuckin' mouth wide



[Beretta 9]

Brought my most in my heart, kid, don't fall victim

Blood type 0, I got a rare condition

Two beretta nine's in my aim's, so bitchin'

Lick two shots, you caught two for flinchin'

A bad muthafucka, stayed in detention

A smart muthafucka, this is my invention

I eat a sucka nigga, that's why I stay shittin'



[Hell Razah]

My level get higher every time you inchin'



[Chorus 2X: Hell Razah]

Crack the Gray Goose and roll the Dutches

All my street hustlers, in the game and we ain't puppets

Niggas hate it but the chicks love it

Look at the ass rubbin, we go to clubs with the gat tucked in



[Hell Razah]

When I spaz I spaz, we in the days where it's Digital cash

Leave artists with no vocal chords, like a giraffe

Hydro bag, mixed with Morocco hash

With a mind like Ramadan, I think too fast

I burn through studio booths and fiber glass

Slap a chick on the ass and make her pay for the tab

Get the keys, roll the weed before we hopped in the Jag

Ya'll junior varsity players can't get off the bench

Hit a nza with this wrench and fulfill the suspense

One flinch, I'm on point like a barbwire fence



[Chorus]