(feat. Big Snow, Kid Capri, Taheim)



[Verse 1: Grand Daddy I.U.]

Yo, I'm terrorizin the slums

Beatin niggaz like drums for large sums

As five-o comes, I fill they ass full of dum-dums

So play the rear or get blown back

The U's a stone mack, I'm burnin your chest like cognac

I feel no remorse, the boss is blood-thirsty

Laughin while you punk niggaz beggin for mercy

Don't even waste your breath, just face your death

I kill off crews with no clues or traces left

All you find left behind is a death sign

And 12 dead niggaz hit up from the Tec-9

My brain is diseased with tendencies of homicide

Last punk who tried to bring the drama, his mama died

I got a plan to kill the motherfucking pope

And send his body parts back to God in an envelope

Niggaz say when you sin you got to pay

But I don't give a fuck, cause I'm goin to hell anyway

Wet shit like Machine Gun Kelly

I blow a nigga guts straight out his motherfucking belly

As I carry the hit out, watch the Tec spit out

2 in your fucking chest, blowin your whole shit out

The one in your head tearin your brain out the case

At point blank range rippin the veins out your face

I laugh and leave your ass layin dead

With big-ass chunks of meat hangin out your motherfucking head

Punk



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There's no time to waste

Gotta go, get the cash flow

Bitch niggaz fuck around

Make me blast a new asshole



[Verse 2: Big Snow]

Yo, take all caution, cause Big Snow's known for extortion

I take what I want, and what I want is large portions

So cough up your money and your jewels

Your shirt and your shoes, punk motherfucker, you know the rules

I take mine at just one glance at the waistline

Niggaz be wishin they heard my name through the grapevine

Face to face, hesitation is unknown

Once spotted, you're lookin down the barrel of my chrome

(Yo Snow, leave that alone) Nigga please

Cause if a nigga sneeze I'm blowin his ass into smithereens

No time for talk or walkin around

Lay that ass on the ground

Cause that's the way it's goin down

Cause in this day and age a nigga gotta pay his dues

God bless the fools if a nigga refuse

Cause I chose either life or death

And even Jesus Christ paid the price cause ain't no disciples left

No exception, protection's the way

No discrimination, cause even mama duke got to pay

I'm playin you for keeps, so we will live in a torture

Will cost ya, from Big Snow, the Steady Flow enforcer



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[Verse 3: Kid Capri]

Ease off, you bitch niggaz, please get off my back

It's the number one Kid, Tape Master mack

And bitch niggaz that step up, they gettin wet up

Head up, I'm fed up with the fake nigga set-up

It's easy to die, fuck around and you will

Quicker that you ever thought you would, for real

I come thick like a shake, bitch, don't forget

Step to niggaz real quick, cause I ain't scared of shit

So test this, I leave your fucking face a mess, it's

( ? ) and I tickle her breastes

A five day blow-out all up her ass

She'll be missin for a while cause that ass wouldn't last

To beat her punk man up, so bad he couldn't stand up

I woulda did it sooner, but he ran when I ran up

I'm stompin through the '90s with my 94 Timbs

Rollin in a Benz with the chrome-dipped rims

And niggaz wanna talk shit, fuck the whole congregation

I'm number one, so there's no need for aggravation

Let it be known, Kid Capri is on

Tell a friend on your motherfucking telephone



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[Verse 4: Taheim]

I put rappers into trauma from my microphone drama

I'm new on the block, but got the skill of an oldtimer

My posse deep, niggaz sleep and catch mad rounds

Homicide call my crew the Black Bloodhounds

The wick-wack step back or catch a mack slap

Tryin my hands, pussy cat get your skull cracked

I never fronted, never stunted, never will, paw

I rip rhymes so fucking bad they made a mic law

But what the fuck, I'm still buckin diesel like a truck

I'm slidin skins across my sheets just like a hockey puck

So wanna-be-me's try to see me, but I'm too outrageous

On the d-l, shit I do be makin frontpages

The black sheep, I'm in deep like it's a life thing

Cause since I was born, goddammit, I was ghetto-trained

Matter of fact, check this track and tell me what you found

Big Taheim is beatin pussy motherfuckers down