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[Intro: Hellfire] Should split out here nigga, you all ready? [Verse 1: Hellfire] Yo, Hellfire, spit flames, I enjoy the game My full bang I'm inducted to the hall of pain These funny niggas look goofy and they all the same Niggas fronting for the Grand, they adore the fame I like money but I won't flash the quick cash Got hella chips in the bank and a thick stash I'm known to fuck, thick divas, and amazing sluts You run around with old Cougars with the raisin butt A lot of rappers play tough but it ain't enough Take my advice, if you lame, nigga, change it up Canary ice in my chain and my wrist watch These new jacks getting high like they Chris Rock They sip lean, mixing percs with the molly pills While other niggas sniff right/white off the dollar bill I'm battle chicken, if you flex, Imma back out I turn your new happy home to a trap house [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Tec poppin', they don't get it poppin' Like we do, we do, we do, nah Can't drop it ain't nobody stopping Double U, not you, not you, nah [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] I'm the next Nike egg greatness is nothing No medication for the hatred and suffering Like sanitation all the papers I'm stuffing, heads get faded I've been cracked since the days when I hustled it New York survivor, oil supplier, talk lava Dragon breath with Phoenix heat, I'm on fire And y'all liars, get caught up in the crossfire I'm 7:30, too early walking the short wire I'm saying wow crazy You foul a shady, just loud and lazy Me? I change the game like my new born Givin' you food for thought, you wanna get your loot on I fucked it up daily like Donald Trump, yeah The flow like hopscotch, you gotta jump Shot rounds it's locked down give up the bread Knuckleheads get knocked down, nothing said [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Tec poppin', they don't get it poppin' Like we do, we do, we do, nah Can't drop it ain't nobody stopping Double U, not you, not you, nah [Verse 3: Capadonna] Shaolin, whirlwind, adequate knockout I sentence niggas to the max before they could cop-out I school MCs, I'm your favorite rap nigga I've been around the block, you've been stuck on the track, nigga You're voices down low and your rhymes are whack While I been flippin' that, give me that shit, dimes and crack My darts from the shot bust, I'm taking the shortcuts You can't get pussy, you'd be paying my whores up This is the bad me, the good me don't record stuff Razor sharp, hunt you down, rats get tore up Wedding cake, blowing out my candles, leave us better taste Cheddar raise cyanide, and I ain't even tryna set a pace Long microphone, shoot, I never hesitate Convict, hold my rap in the hand like barbed wire MCs burning my back, bonfire