Straight out of Harlem, for you to eat a sack with a 40 on me
Brand new pair of Constructs with the Nordie on me
Really get right to the bag, that's why them shorties on me
Four-one-o comin' for our door and you gotta sport me homie
So the realest niggas in the room
Kay Slay made a call for the hitters, I bought a broom
The plugs hit the workers right, I bought a spoon
They started sweeping synagogues, nigga, I bought a jew
Zip, I need a bulletproof condom and shooters on my dick
I'm just a few stacks from a mil, I'm borderline rich
My shit a eight with the grind I mix
I'm like a mixtape away from a deal and I got mad shit
Ball like Manigault and I let the hammer blow
Jump out the McLaren and dump something in his cantaloupe
Nigga Fernando said we'd clean up out the bando
Started with an eighth and I ain't sent it by the vanload
Jersey Jumanji, armed with harmony and an armory
Rapper from Bethany Baptist, Brother X is down with all I seen
Torpedoes from these Negroes, what is the trajectory?
What it is? What is the question? What is Treachery's jeopardy?
Fuck with my mojo, my mind state is more loco
Since I lost Biz Markie and RIP Quasimoto
Tell 'em zealots how it went down the hill battle
Agile like a cobra on a cattle, big with a saddle
Chokin' as I run a lap, smokin' on a hundred pack
Slay tryna double down, fuck it, I'm run it back
Fillin' up the quota, check the scrolls, roll the credits
Most of these niggas for the record, I done already bested
Pull a plug on they career, leave 'em cryin' for the nurses
Then I run up from the rear, little momma at they verses
In the wild with no churches, my style for no purpose
Better ask a motherfucker if the drama worsens
You see you listen to a master, the hood niggas' pastor
Hall of Fame with a jersey in the rafters
Energy the same, knuckle game like Cassius
Allergic to these lames, these niggas give me rashes
I'm done giving passes, I'm checking these niggas
Got the game fucked up, I'm correcting these niggas
Old school, I'ma start decking these niggas
'Cause I done lost every inch of respect for these niggas (Every inch)
Rolling deep, making you fold and crease
Giving back to the culture like we owe the streets
My flow's increased, my foes defeat, you got frozen feet
Homie, that's how it's supposed to be
We got it locked and you got a broken key
Got to admit it, you niggas is dinner, I feel like a shark in an open sea
I can't believe that you niggas was thinkin' to jump on my level
Let's dance with The Devil
And we on the highway to Hell so I'm keeping my hand on the wheel and my foot on the pedal
Let's get 'em, Kay Slay, fuck whatever they say
Motherfuckers sittin' there with a blank face
For every second claimin' this bitch, she got busy again, ain't no time for this waste
Hey yo, it's Jae Millz, to my society we was menacing
Nigga, you was ducking them shots, we was sendin' them
I got a bad bitch, her skin cinnamon
And when I send her in, you can't tell her she Jamaican or Dominican
Catch me out in Vegas on the winning end
Shakin' up the dice like I'm dancin' to It's All About The Benjamins
Niggas ain't got style, they look like mannequins
And if you really like that then why you blending in?
All you niggas keep cryin', who that? M-M-Monsta
In the street fightin', I fire that G-G-G-Glock
Niggas speak a lot but they lyin' like f-f-frauds
Soon as we sign 'em they be cryin' like n-n-n-nah!
Son stay in your lane, Clark Kent
Your squad full of rats, splinters
Y'all are fuckin' part bitch
I'm hard as a claw to their necks and they not pissed
They bars, just mention 'em, I'ma murder ya, you're fuckin' garbage
You niggas is garbage, harkin' and larkin', cartridge in your cartilage
Honored to be part of this family, the only ones I walk with
Crime partners, divine rhyme authors
Lines carvin' like knives sharpened
The fly marksmen, beware the shark's fin
County Kings, Lord of Lords, Don Camouflage
Often called King Kong of the entourage
Molotov bars, brought a little iron palm
I am God, Smif-N-Wessun branded on the firearm
I took a vow to the streets, Mushahada to Allah
So I seek his forgiveness, what I say in these bars
You my man and a DJ not playin' my shit
Suck a dick! When you see me don't say shit
You niggas ridin' round in them Jeeps with the doors off (doors off)
Make it easier to toss these .45 slugs
(Boom!)
Hit the passenger (passenger) and a driver (driver)
Go to any hood that's live and I mean it lively
It's SK, the definition of hybrid
Made it make sense, now neither side of the fence
Don't have the heart to collide with
It cost you to sleep on the one who do the reviving
Casper the Friendly, the pen flew silent
Double meaning to double cup like double linen
But I'm from out BK so Hennessy what I'm bleedin'
Break it down and it build up more, know the regime
I make eight feel like twenty-four, Kobe B
What up?
Straight spit, some people hate it
To see I made it, now I'm updated
And The Drama King OK'd it, then I laid it (then I laid it)
And when the engineer replayed it
They was like "Damn! Mikey D Kay Slayed it!"
Just keep it friendly 'cause you don't wanna offend me
I'm not gonna be trendy, the opps they tryna end me
With the semi and the Henny but I wasn't sippin' any
Been a legend since the '80's, still spitting like I'm sweaty
Young N-O to the B-L-E
Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
This is Outlawz for life, got bars and stripes
All that shit that I survived, you would have lost your life
Kay Bucket got us rollin' two hundred and something deep
Eight bars after eight bars of straight heat
Look, save the applause
One phone call, I could feed you to the dogs
Or send you to the morgue
Slay two hundred deep but it's just me and my gat
And so I, I don't lie in my raps
Youngin' comes to the mobs before you die in a trap
The streets dead, all these cameras and rats
I tuck my camera when I stay out the way
MDF street stuntin' when I'm mobbin' wtih Slay
We don't do diss records, we respond with the cappin'
We don't do diss records, we respond with the cappin'
