Ask ya Ask ya self, is you ready for Ask ya self, is you ready for Ask ya self, is you ready for Ask ya self, is you ready for the
Ask ya self if you ready for With two of the baddest motherfuckers ever to create, tunes to a You fucking the best (First, ask ya self if you ready for Snatch) Then ask you if you ready for Tef
And if you ready for death, all the steps out I'ma make the sound (Nigga we got it out) (Y'all is popped out) raw 'n diggy Caveliti (All city) (And this here, we call gritty)
I'm one of the five Horsemen, gimme twenty hours to live And I'll swell with a baked beans outta with caution, I'm about to wig out To the skit, on the D&D-project, the shit out
By accident, we do shit on the mic That a kid is convicted in Interstate, trapped Fuck, y'all talking 'bout after we kick a In the speaker then the plug, we walking out
Ask ya self, is you for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for Ask ya self, is you ready for Ask ya self, is you ready for the The
Now ask ya self, do you can keep run Than this bullet can (Son, you in danger) We hit off heavy metal to to be frequently And all me (Nigga)
Thinking you can talk from the sound woofer No prove of (My whole laughing) And ask ya self, do you we got the time For you rhymes? (Bitch, no)
We put wigs on fire like Michael mean (Cats blowing a lesbie) Testing me and Tef is me and you laugh And we'll announce a from holy you nnothing def
Listen, nigga, we doubt you Simply we don't give a fuck you Me and my girlfriend, I the world spin without you You fucking real niggaz, feel niggaz through the house and kill niggaz (Hardcore) Bitch,
Ask ya self, is you ready for Ask ya self, is you for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for Ask ya self, is you for action? Ask ya self, is you for the hardcore?
Na, na, na, fuck hold me back Tef Na, na, lemme go, go these niggaz Naw, don't know, hold up dog Lemme go, up dog, hold up
Na, na, na, hold up, wait up, they went it wrong brave hearted, try me on a song I'm a let niggaz know, got it confused You got gats and bats we get too
Semi's and cocked and aimed at you Bloodthirsty, star the worst be No mercy, we god and bang hard any squad or mobb Coming forty niggaz a jail yard
on my silk shirt, choke niggaz out Scuffed up my Timbs, we bang 'em in the You niggaz want a rebel Pulling out busting war in the jungle
Mad 'cause my crew lay bubble in the Most humble, we shots when we come through Get praised but blaze in the battle The days, these two bullets niggaz tattle
I'm immune to them tuff-talk, them big boy You in pairs, then two bodies by the stairs Nigga we with the best, the models to rest drama, rock armor, Smith & Wess-ons
Blood shot, gun cocked, shotting Lost in this world I'm in, feeling money Eyes roaming, zoning, looking with a Nottz most dangerous, police lay and watch me
Harts start jumping, we peeping niggaz We come through thumping, pulling out Tangle with your best
We coming in to face off with any yards Soldier you're dust on the fully loaded Whistling throughout the air, just to one Blood for your son
Is you ready for the The And after Krumb snatch yo' worthy possessions I got orders to clap you