Yea
Shout out to Scram Jones!!!
Clinton Sparks in the building

IT'S SMASH TIME!

[Verse 1:]

It ain't nothin for me to roll wit twelve fire arms
The kid got more beef than Hillshire Farms
But I ain't gon turn my %#@! into some sausage

I'm gonna turn my beef into some coffins
Flow so sick I'm nauseous
I ain't signed yet, these labels makin me BS often

I don't care, its all they loss, the price is only gon go up
^!$$% im gonna blow up, American Music Awards, yea I'm gon show up
When I win one of them, I'm gonna throw up

Yup, right on whoever's in-front of me
I came from the P, ain't nobody in this (*##$ that can front on me
Aint nobody shutter me, I'm under my own wing

A.B. ^!$$%, yea I'm runnin' my own thing
Smile ery'time the phone rings, 'cause I know its money on the other end
Not my homie's lover-friend, gotta bring the shovel in

Im buryin' these ^!$$%s careers
To me it appears they all queers
They what we call pimps, we need more squares

Who wanna holla back? In-fact I'm all ears

[Chorus:]

These lames (these lames)
They $#&@in' up the game
(^!$$%s $#&@in' up the game, said these lames $#&@in' up the game)

It's a shame the way that things change
[Repeat]


[Verse 2:]
Anytime you wanna know about Saigon
Go to what type of thug are you w.com

Put through the fire like Chaka Kahn
Seen all of the stop signs but to me them jokers was jus octagons
Couldn't tell me I was not the bomb

Lil ^!$$% couldn't fight but I was quick to @@#! a nine
Never quick to drop a dime
Even though ^!$$%s dropped dimes on my bout fifty-eleven times

Crime time, this is a fine time to rhyme
Im feelin like a million, word to my mom
Im glad all of yall ^!$$%s chasin' a dame

I'll DMX the game wit no sets to claim
Throw it all on my back wit jail bars on my arm
War scars on my hear from gettin' it on

Cap sacky ^!$$%, they backed me ^!$$%
They feelin my tracks and Clinton back
I $#&@ around and go platinum off jail ^!$$%s alone

What up Nap-Nap how yall love that?

[Chorus]