Contract Killer

Lyrics

[Intro: Some movie] About a quart though what you got Word's out Contracts to find and dispose of you [Verse 1: Vic Spencer] Uh I done really made a turnaround I pull up on ya block, smack the guy that's playing ya' music and make him turn it down Wire ya' ass with the spikes on it Lookin' at the price tags, you got tight money You shook at the proof Throw a fuckin' book at the youth It took a while for me to smile when they took out my tooth (Ah) No hook in the booth, it's all verses Y'all gon' say it's not a song, then I'ma pop ya' dome, you rappers in ya' mama's home Own chrome, own spokes, no jokes Take notes, take the earthquake, shake with a quote Forget everything but never forgivе the cheddar we gеt It's not apart when the Beretta was split Rocking a jacket with the letters and shit, you shopping Fashion Nova (Ha) I stumped the life outta the fattest cobra This is the static culture I stand tall with the brassiest soldiers On ya' grave I put the ashiest roses (Mm) When the sun go down, it's not over You smell gunsmoke, well we is used to the odor, we boosting the culture (Mm) You equivalent to dead roaches (Fuck outta here mu'fucka) I'm sick and tired of all y'all, how can I fall with wings I'ma hit ya' ass one time, you gon' call on ya' team Ya' camp lookin like a few vixens I spew at rooted visions I don't give a fuck if you don't chose to listen (Nah) I make rude decisions I rock rude at a Marlboro convention with a new port stuck to my mouth I'm from the era where we snuck in the house My first girlfriend got her titty sucked on the couch, you underdig me Went from humping with my clothes on to really feeling it Everyday I'm real, you better fucking deal with it If I'm freezing up the game, then you better bring a cellar bitch You underdig me [Interlude: Some movie] I got some pressing business in the street, sick of your shadow on my neck. Drop it Yeah Spencer warned you once but you not getting it Either you find some hard evidence that I laid a hammer on, work, or get off the phone I saw you You saw a tall brown man in the dark of the night? And the moon's made out of green cheese Last time my opic maned You keep charging at me and we gon' be all up in a nursery rhyme [Verse 2: Sonnyjim] I'm Jim Duggan with the hacksaw (Hm) On the Metro, tryna find my passport I'm heavy handed with the port We got a mad rapport, you a big fan, Michael Rapaport I'm mad skills with the rap up core Got mad skills, I could wrap up raw (Uh) I'm self taught (Real) The bars are heavy like a cell door, shots in the roll, I Connect 4 Hit the Bom Diggy Big high with the steak and kidney [?] (Ching) God bless the dead, RIP the greats This shit is easy like a piece of cake Can't nobody stop me (Nah), pour the sauce over the gnocchi Dropping off a O of toffee The shit sticky like taffy At the [?] in the night trackie, lookin' white trashy