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Lyrics

[Intro: NEMS & Spit Gemz] Yeah Yeah Yo, Murph, what the fuck you doin', nigga? [Verse: NEMS & Spit Gemz] Nigga this shit been hard Yeah, body your whole family Like Chris Benoit Leave your pen scarred Spit Renoirs, ghetto memoirs Bag your bitch right in front of you, revoke your pimp card She with the centaurs, sent her home with her ribs gone And a "Fuck Ya Life" tee That's the shit we've been on Nigga, my gun been drawn And these cowards can't fuck with me NEMStar with the GEMZstar Buck-fifty Fuck a stylist You keep on ice I'll slice your eyelids Ice picks in your iris It's Coney Island We up in Cypress On the roof laying like snipers Professional shit, night-vision goggles with wipers One shot out of the barrel, fuck up your ciphers Shout out to the lifers Scumbags And knifers Live from Rikers Motherfucker get cut quickly NEMStar with the GEMZstar, buck sixty Armed heavily, guardians guarding the God's legacy My squad stomp you out with more legs than a centipede Desert Eags, bombed at the bar off of kerosene Kill yourself, you in the closet like David Carradine Berretta scream Couldn't step to me with the devil's team Energy like there's ten of me Crash your embassy Kick your front door wide open Like, "Yo, remember me?" GEMZstar with the NEMStar Buck seventy I'm a hundred percent gutter A hundred percent tougher Than any one of these suckers I tell 'em, "Go fuck your mother" I fell in love with the hustle You fell in love with a guntha Now I got that broad feedin' me grapes That bitch a butler She got you eatin' out of her ass 'Cause you's a buster She showed me where you keep your stash You shouldn't trust her She thought I loved her But I dubbed her Now she hate me NEMStar with the GEMZstar Buck eighty Man, I put that bitch head in a box like Kevin Spacey I knock you out in front of the cops and tell 'em, "Chase me" Your mom's is a big bull dyke, they call her Tasty She used to boost Lo gear for me from out of Macy's That's my crimey The warrant squad couldn't find me They maced the whole team on the block They could've blind me Grimy Wake you out your sleep With one-ninety GEMZstar with the NEMStar Buck ninety Come try me, punk, the pump right by me (Uh) You pump-faking and fist-pumping, your suit's shiny (Uh) I'm too slimy, slide the tentacle in your wifey Might be the nicest ever without a pardon You a target, I'm Sergeant Slaughter to you You little twat, I got calluses harder than you I'm a storm shadow, you were born rattled, need his jaw shattered I abhor rappers, I'm the law, lord, and master I'm in the F150 Raptor, all I do is grind and ride Merch gang homicide, shittin' on your 9 to 5 Ask me how I'm doin', I say, "I'm alive" But I still keep the grip by my side just in case the drama rise Take the stand, I'ma lie, lookin' in your honor's eyes Jab, leave you stunned, right hook'll leave you traumatized Me and GEMZ kill niggas line for line With a scholar's mind, flow hotter than the sunshine in Ghana's skies Dollar signs Lotta crime Posted by the Mama's Fried Shotties slide out the trench coat Like it's Columbine Gotta grind When the feds giving out that Gotti time Probably find Bodies lined up In your lobby, slime Dust, booze Mushrooms Smack you out your molly mind Police comin' around, like, "Who done it?" Back-to-back Gat for gat Who want it? NEMStar with the GEMZstar Two hundred (Nigga) [Outro] Yeah, uh Come here, nigga Ah (Ah, this nigga just cut me) Hold that, motherfucker Somebody call the police