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[Intro: Max B and Alpac] Just took the stand on your man down (Got you with that paperwork) Got you niggas baby Yeah, niggas is telling We got these boys Domain Grease Boutta bring this shit back to the game Gain Green style It's yo boy boss Don Biggavel Domain Pain bitch It's the art of lip-syncing Let's go Uhh Chyeah [Verse 1: Max B] I pop shots at your skelly boom Fucking Bergen cops try to tie me to the 'telly room Life's been very gloom since the incident Shit don't really matter though A fifth'll make your bladder bust Right in back of the Acura The bitches call me Dracula Flipped 'em like a spatula Vacay til the blame gets chilled Lip sing, thats what you niggas do Blizz came and he slid with two He doubled up Hit your pretty skin with the razor Watch it bubble up I'm goin' bundle up cuz' it's getting cold And all I did was the wave the wrist Back and forth They got me going back to court Back and forth Tryna' fight this prosecutor Snitch that shit in a hot pursuit Bitches they don't get nuthin' Treat 'em like a prostitute Make that bitch suck and fuck the whole team All for a small fee You floatin' 'cross the Gulf Stream, G5 Taking off at Teter-B Got me a skeeter with me Got me a heater with me Nigga, I'm tryna get (Paid) [Chorus: Max B] Yeah, that's what we tryna do baby I know, I know, I know, I know Yeah, nothing else, yeah, everything else is irrelevant Know what I mean? Gain Greene boys Chasin' these niggas round Harlem They ain't tell you that We frontin' these hips Just can't come around here man Let's get into this shit [Verse 2: Max B] Chyea Fucking little dudes Duece with the beam on it I see this nigga tryna gleam on 'em, lean on 'em Scream on 'em Put the team on him quick Splash 'em almost every night Pressure bust so many pipes And anything involvin' your name Think the change is so hard He can't even walk through Harlem again Got them choppers for a niggas ass Got 'em runnin' round scared tremblin', gentleman Get you for your emblem Bitches come in cinnamon Wrap them shits and send 'em in I been feening for you how I don't need it from you now Nigga got his own team, own cream Had to change them bankers up Bullets from the chamber they goin snake you up Me and French be linkin' up Fucks with Maserati Don't move its a robbery Slugs go up in your body Guns went up in your lobby Shoot shit up Load that clip and clear it out Biggavel just hear me out I'm tryna get paid [Outro] Yeah, gotta love it Boss don Domain season Aye player This nigga, had his bitch all in the videos With more footage than the kid like she had the album coming out Niggas don't know man Bitch stole daddy money Niggas kick that bitch teeth out Bitch runnin' round with fake teeth and fake titties man That shit ain't right That ain't wavy Aww man It's Domain Pain baby Bitch Gain Greene It's your boy Boss Don Biggavel The art of lip syncing Shout to Milli Vanilli Yo boy Jim Jones, Noe Oh yeah Gotta love it Aye Grease, we got 'em baby This Domain Pain Holler back, oww