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[Intro: Ghetts & Kyzer] Of course, you know This means war Yeah You know what time it is It's Ghetto, it' Kyze You know what happened from the last one You know we had to link up and do this shit again What you saying Kyze? Fuck [?], bare knows them Brap, bap, bap, bap J Flow's on the production Haha Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Kyzer] I'm about on the roads Counting off [?] Ask about source if it is about [?] I could show all these niggas about flows And if you speak, show you niggas about flows Anytime he drops a beat, the beat stalls What? You ain't getting on this, this beat's sold Kyzer and Ghetto ain't far from the deep flows Three hundred percent a sentence in each flow Spitting ill, the niggas out here knows The shit that we put out on the road, it's fresh So I've play with my round till there's field left I work on my line till there's no [?] And while I'm in the game, I remain so, so fresh If you try and fuck up the rap, it's also death Anytime me and Ghetts buck, shit gets mess Expect nothing less and fucking get upset [Verse 2: Ghetts] I'm off the rails like a curtain 24/7 I've been putting the work in For certain, I'm merking I'm so determined, nothing can stop me Not even a whirlwind Please, would somebody tell him? No, it's not a tale ting that I was sending But no one can help him, no defending Don't try help him, his time's up I got heat on my [?] skin You don't want beef, I'm in the streets like I'm so grim I've never seen [?] This boy's a loose cannon, he will light you up I'm not sleek, my temper's gonna help me You know I'm breathing off streets you [?] And we can [?], Ghetts breach, no bells ring And I'm annoyed [?] No, I don't like you much I told you before you lie too much Oi, tell the truth, this dude's fucked I know the found the proof, work too much I go ahead like there's only few months I'm bang with a bang that will make you jump Look, you punk, you're a mook, you front You've been spitting for years, I got big in two months [Verse 3: Kyzer] Hear this, I'm about to tear this Kyze's [?], I'm tearing bare hits I'm on the realest, I'm one of the rarest That's why I picked [?], you can barely bare this Spitting, no one's heard it We're pumping our CDs all over their bits I do it for the funds and the funds you're hearing So say what you gotta say, I'm done with the staring Kyze is back around, know that I'm packing rounds Ready to clap you down, no where I'm backing down Because I'm [?], switch my name Head shot, make you go switching, switch his brain [?] is the same, plan to rip the game South up to East, me and Ghetto set the pace Two of the best, it's bait Best you get this straight [?] nasty, far from hardly great [Verse 4: Ghetts] I got the street on smash Finally I've getting decent gash They wanna ride with me like I got p's to splash Hold the 9 mili bitch, read the map Holds a mile really quick, easy lash Don't want quite to be sick, even flash Don't even try silly prick, I'll squeeze the gat Yo, my life's pretty sick, just read my stats