Kill they ass with success, they won't like that It's It's not sold separately, they know I come with that Hey, what you got? I'm on my level nigga nigga, you better come correct That slap, they say they want that slap Hunnids overlappin', that's a wrap EarDrummers

Yeah, and you don't stop (Cause it's it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop) Tonight's the night I get in some shit (yeah) Deep Cover on the incognito tip Killing motherfuckers if I have to, peeling caps too Cause you niggas know I'm coming at you I guess that's part

Play with me, you gon' get chastised Free the bros down the road doin' real time All the homies, they call it the red line He gon' only pull up when he say, "it's it's time" Al Geno on the track Niggas having undercover pressure 'bout bitches Let a nigga nigga know

Why the fuck they frontin like they is? (Yeah that's right, uh-huh) why'all niggaz ain't ready to die Yeah.. uh-huh Why'all niggaz ain't ready to die Ah-yo Dunn, aiyyo yo

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over over and over over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's it's killin' me Not to spray this

Say how you lay at night Tired of that nigga nigga Shit feels much better It's It's a match made and heaven sent, set in fires in hell Overdue for your lovin' baby, I don't want no one else Ain't no way I would do you dirty What you're doing to me Ain't no way that

Money is the mission, it's it's skrilla over over bitches Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream

Welcome to D12 World! Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick, When D12 rock this summer it's it's over with. All these bitches and all these hoes, What the fuck you looking at me for? (You, nigga!). Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny

I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga nigga But you really just know the old me Callin' up your uncle's place Shit's all over over the place I don't

I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you niggas it's it's game over, huh? Pray for me Hallucination of money, while nigga nigga's