24K - Inspectah Deck, Cappadonna, Hellfire

Yo, Hellfire, spit flames, I enjoy the game

My full bang I’m inducted to the hall of pain

These funny niggas look goofy and they all the same

Niggas fronting for the Grand, they adore the fame

I like money but I won’t flash the quick cash

Got hella chips in the bank and a thick stash

I’m known to fuck, thick divas, and amazing sluts

You run around with old Cougars with the raisin butt

A lot of rappers play tough but it ain’t enough

Take my advice, if you lame, nigga, change it up

Canary ice in my chain and my wrist watch

These new jacks getting high like they Chris Rock

They sip lean, mixing percs with the molly pills

While other niggas sniff right off the dollar bill

I’m battle chicken, if you flex, Imma back out

I turn your new happy home to a trap house

Tec poppin', they don’t get it poppin'

Like we do, we do, we do, nah

Can’t drop it ain’t nobody stopping

Double U, not you, not you, nah

I’m the next Nike egg greatness is nothing

No medication for the hatred and suffering

Like sanitation all the papers I’m stuffing, heads get faded

I’ve been cracked since the days when I hustled it

New York survivor, oil supplier, talk lava

Dragon breath with Phoenix heat, I’m on fire

And y’all liars, get caught up in the crossfire

I’m 7:30, too early walking the short wire

I’m saying wow crazy

You foul a shady, just loud and lazy

Me?

I change the game like my new born

Givin' you food for thought, you wanna get your loot on

I fucked it up daily like Donald Trump, yeah

The flow like hopscotch, you gotta jump

Shot rounds it’s locked down give up the bread

Knuckleheads get knocked down, nothing said

Tec poppin', they don’t get it poppin'

Like we do, we do, we do, nah

Can’t drop it ain’t nobody stopping

Double U, not you, not you, nah

Shaolin, whirlwind, adequate knockout

I sentence niggas to the max before they could cop-out

I school MCs, I’m your favorite rap nigga

I’ve been around the block, you’ve been stuck on the track, nigga

You’re voices down low and your rhymes are whack

While I been flippin' that, give me that shit, dimes and crack

My darts from the shot bust, I’m taking the shortcuts

You can’t get pussy, you’d be paying my whores up

This is the bad me, the good me don’t record stuff

Razor sharp, hunt you down, rats get tore up

Wedding cake, blowing out my candles, leave us better taste

Cheddar raise cyanide, and I ain’t even tryna set a pace

Long microphone, shoot, I never hesitate

Convict, hold my rap in the hand like barbed wire

MCs burning my back, bonfire