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INTRO  (TAKBAR)
 Pussy, you's a bitch ass nigga, nigga
 Never did nothing in your fucking life
 What's your resume, you's a male stripper nigga
 None of the real niggas in Cali fuck with you nigga
 You know I'm plugged in and you know who this is talking pussy
 You always showed me the utmost respect nigga
 You's a bitch nigga
 Never did nothing in your life how dare you play with niggas like us
 What the fuck is your resume?

VERSE 1  (OMELLY)
 Its Osama Twin Llamas and I'ma fuck around
 Why you worried about Meek? sit your gay ass down
 Actin' like you that nigga when you a fuckin' clown
 You wanna rumble? I got the 30 on me right now
 Swing a punch, bop, bop, you goin' right down
 Barkin' up the wrong tree, it's time to bite now
 Ain't no more coppin' pleas, it's on sight now
 Trigger finger itchin', fuck the wait, strike now

BREAK  (TAKBAR)
 Nigga, you was a stripper, nigga
 You copped a plea in every beef you been in nigga
 You can't be fuckin' serious
 You bumped your fuckin' head, you joke
 Nigga you's a fu-, I can't believe this nigga, man
 That'll push up like this

VERSE 2  (OMELLY)
 Murder, murder, murder that be the case
 Man this nigga outta pocket, man he softer than Drake
 Drum on my lap, I'm strapped when I hop out the Wraith
 Swing a punch on cuz, I knock a chunk out your face
 Had a glass pot Pyrex, cookin' the flour
 You had a thong up you ass, male hooker for dollars
 I got enough clips, bitch, we can shoot up for hours
 Get it jumpin', hit the switch like a '64 Impala
 Clip fully auto whole strip'll get showered

BREAK (BEANIE SIGEL, OMELLY & MEEK MILL)
 One phone call I'm in LA in three hours
 The bully, please don't bring me out of retirement
 Aye Mac chill let me do my thing I got him
 Ooouuu, ooouuu, ooouuu
 [You was a stripper]
 Philly shit
 [Nigga you trippin'
 You was a stripper]
 B Mac in the building, Omelly in the building
 Deuce in the building
 DC in the building, Yay in the building

VERSE 3  (MEEK MILL)
 I can never lose, chess or checkers make a move
 Drippin' in them jewels like I just got out the pool
 Skinny nigga sittin' on that money like the jews
 Only time we make it to the TV if it's the news
 We was tryna make it out them trenches, you dig?
 Young niggas trappin' out them benches, you dig?
 You gon' be a felon or a witness, you dig?
 All this money, murderin' is senseless, it is
 Fuck 'em and tell 'em if I ain't gon' feed 'em
 All this money I'm gettin', prolly ain't gon' need 'em
 Niggas said that we beefin', prolly ain't gon' see 'em
 I'm just pushin' them buttons on 'em and they gon' leave him
 Durk checked you, Thug sonned you [what else?]
 Fif dropped you [what else?], Mac oned you [what else?]
 Strippers turned rappers look what we come to
 You a faggot, my lady'll never fuck you
 G A M E, please don't tempt me
 Four pound with the lemon squeeze like simply
 Ridin' dirty sippin' on the eighth like Pimp C
 Land at the Clearport, truck my Bentley
 Comin' down Sunset, I'm not done yet
 I've been to Bompton, you don't run that
 Shout out to YG, where my bloods at?
 Call my eses, where them guns at?
 I'm with them 40 niggas, I'm never with 40 niggas
 Promo your album they got you making up stories, nigga
 Stripper to rapper, rapper to stripper you corny, nigga
 A sucka

BREAK   (MEEK MILL)
 That's what you do to sell you album
 You only gon' sell like 15 thousand the first week
 I put a mil' on it
 DC4 on the way
 Heh, y'all niggas is crazy talk to the D's I got lawyer money

VERSE 4  (MEEK MILL)
 You was signed to a rat, you a mouse nigga
 I'm sittin' on that money like a couch, nigga
 Make me crumble you cookie, you Girl Scout nigga
 Make me move to Calabassas, buy a house, nigga
 Calabassas, Mac 10 the masks
 Waiting on that red Bentley just to fly past us
 Hollow tips ripple through the window, shatter glasses
 Mac just landed at the port he want some action
 Catch you at the drive-through, hit 'em and wax 'em
 Desert eagle Sigel hit your body, slide you backwards
 Make a nigga moonwalk, talkin' Michael Jackson
 I don't let my goons talk, they be only clappin'
 Menace to society, got guns by varieties
 Teardrops on your face, you ain't got no bodies
 Son you like you Ray Ray, nigga you ain't Bobby
 Treat you like you Day Day, Deebo on a Friday, pussy
 Somebody touch me then somebody die
 Beat the body, throw a party like its Mardi Gras
 I'm from Philly, nigga, all we know is homicide
 Throwing millis tryna make a nigga momma cry
 Brace yourself double barrel pipe
 Do him like Caine's cousin Harold at the light
 Weigh like 170, nigga, I don't fight
 Do it with the guns or we can do it with the knife
 Do this shit for fun, we could do this shit tonight
 Cause we was never cool, nigga, you was just 'aight
 New Jack City me and Chino on the bike
 I'm sittin' back with the uzi that's your life
 I'm gone

OUTRO  (TAKBAR)
 Pussy
 This ain't about East or West neither nigga
 Its about niggas and bitches, power and money
 Riders and punks
 Nigga you been a bitch nigga
 You don't do nothing that we do nigga
 You don't get down like we do
 We applying pressure on you bitch ass nigga
 You know what I'm saying
 Niggas already know man Tak, Bossilini, a underboss
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VERSE 1
 All rats gotta die though
 In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high though
 Off that sour diesel and that hydro
 This nigga take an L every time he go viral
 Welcome to the West, and this ain't The Life of Pablo
 Stay on that bullshit it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
 Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
 Still chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
 Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
 And when we touch down everybody catchin' spirals
 Dressed in all black like the Panthers
 We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain't the answer

INTERLUDE  (KANYE WEST & THE GAME)
 You ain't got the answers, man! You ain't got the answers! [Kanye]
 You ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more than you!
 Niggas ain't got the answers for me
 You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

VERSE 2
 Yeah, take Beans back to rehab
 On Instagram lookin' like a mothafuckin' bean bag
 Flyin' through Philly on them Wocky sticks
 Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey stick
 The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
 You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not smoke it
 Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
 It's a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower
 Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't push me
 Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's runnin' with a rat
 Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the jack
 Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into Wack
 You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don't scrap
 It was time to go at Drizzy and now you don't rap
 Ask your bitch, she know I beez in the trap
 You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back
 And Barbie keep her thumb in your butt
 That Ken doll love gettin' fucked
 Hide behind your niggas, you ain't got the guts
 Ridin' dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts
 Now you can pop a wheelie to that!
 I went from B-more to New York to Philly and back
 It's a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga really a rat
 I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make y'all city look wack
 And that's on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat
 You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to that
 Now tell the world how you got your bitch
 You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree was fuckin' a chick
 You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me
 Lil' homie won't scrap with me, time to body his faculty
 I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' this old Cassidy
 Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
 The louder your scream, the wacker the verse
 I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your hearse
 They say the meek shall inherit the Earth
 So I went and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you first
 And why you tryna pick on Wale?
 You told me that you don't fuck with Rozay
 And YG can't give you a pass
 I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on your ass
 And don't try to whine to the Grapes
 You not the Rams, don't come back to L.A
 I fuck around and catch an Uber to Slay
 I'm a drama king, and a street sweeper with a K
 Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
 15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who flopped?
 One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet
 Bought your first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
 Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
 Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best friends
 Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
 You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass, nigga
 Jelly bean smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
 I'll get some clippers and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
 Fuck your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
 And make that bitch take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
 Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
 You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki house
 I got esés on Beaumont, posted like Cousins
 Waiting for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
 Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
 Fold you up in boxes; Armani tux
 Louie sweats, armor tucked
 Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to dusk
 Get at me, you niggas gon' see me in gloves
 Or see me in clubs with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
 Lying on the Internet like you ain't talking to twelve
 Got the cops at my door, like they dropping off mail
 I seen that fake paperwork on XXL
 Rat niggas chew through walls and leave you in cells
 Before you see me in jail, you will see me in hell
 You went and got the whole Philly, it's just me by myself
 I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
 Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
 Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube back
 And have Dr. Dre screaming "Meek Mill is a rat"
 It's a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
 I'ma see you in the streets, don't at me
 You like a boat with a hole you can't sail
 Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs

 [Ooouuu, ooouuu, ooouuu]
 When these rats start snitching, break 'em off
 [Ooouuu, ooouuu, ooouuu]
 When these rats start snitching, break 'em off

    (OMELLY)
 Pussy nigga! mm mm mm mm mm
 I got on gold headphones, gold chain
 Gold on my wrist, aim mm mm mm mm
 If you ain't getting money, boy, you lame

 You rat bastard!
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VERSE 1
 This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
 Where bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
 Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
 I can kill you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
 Did the Lambo my way with a sick wrap
 Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
 No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
 Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
 Nigga I was on the bus with it
 Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the colt
 Andrew Luck with it
 We had the rock, hit the block like what's up with it
 Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck with it
 Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
 California state property you niggas stuck with it
 Brrrring, sold Peedi Crakk
 Game was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
 I'm what you rap niggas 'fraid of
 A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
 Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
 Blac Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
 Listen, you want beef I'll cater
 Game snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator
 Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
 Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
 The Rams is back, them bullets getting tossed
 16 on your back like you fucking Jeff Goff
 Your man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
 Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the west
 YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea check
 Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking Nike rep
 Bentley truck Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
 Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
 Pass the Goose, where them duck ducks?
 These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
 I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a cactus
 Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
 The Maybach is A.I
 Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Junior Seau
 All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
 Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
 Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my Caddy?
 Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti
 And I move Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
 Before that it was missing teeth and nickel sack baggies
 That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really have one
 And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
 I'm the old DMX you niggas Drag-On
 Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the Magnum
 Used to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
 Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fucking Halloween
 This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
 Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
 Your daddy was a bitch, I had to do it
 I ain't need no ski mask to do it
 Murder is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it
 Name a state, I'll send a package through it
 If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
 Sitting in this Maybach with music
 Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
 PARTY sent my jackas to it
 Drama bring the Mac into it
 And this scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
 Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
 Usain Bolt if you bring a real track into it
 Another classic moving the way to Aftermath to do it
 Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the matches to it
 Traffic moving backwards through it
 Ever since I had the Buick
 Known for putting cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
 And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to music
 Every situation in rap, I've been a savage through it
 And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
 They can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
 Be LeBron bitch, I'm Jayceon bitch
 Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
 Another foreign car driven by a convict
 Aventador matte black Akon lips
 Nas ether niggas, Game napalm shit
 Niggas say my name I pop up like the State Farm bitch
 No nigga can see me, on or off TV
 Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
 Lightskin bitches be mad and talking greasy
 I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
 I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny
 Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
 I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
 Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
 She got a couple mill and she don't even know Meek
 And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
 See that shit you got with Drake is like a slow leak
 Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek
 Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
 Four deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked sheets
 It could happen lowkey
 You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet

 This ain't a diss, nigga
 This is all lives matter except this nigga's

 This 1992 shit ain't no new shit
 We in that all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
 With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise ship
 Fuck around and be a news clip with them loose lips
 My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
 This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
 Nigga, you know that I'll snap you like a toothpick
 And snitching on niggas ain't never been no cool shit
 And I've been wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
 So tell your lil' vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
 We know where you live, nigga, you better move quick
 And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with
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