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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
two of the baddest motherfuckers ever to create, tunes to a lama
You fucking with the
(First, ask ya self if you for Krumb Snatch)
Then ask you if you ready for Tef

And if you for death, pull all the steps out
I'ma make the glocks
(Nigga we got it out)
(Y'all niggas is out)
We're raw 'n diggy
(All city)
(And this here, what we gritty)

I'm one of the five Horsemen, gimme twenty four to live
And swell with a baked beans outta Boston
with caution, I'm about to wig out
To the skit, on the D&D-project, blew the out

By accident, we do shit on the mic
That a kid is convicted in Interstate, again
Fuck, y'all 'bout after we kick a hole
In the speaker then pull the plug, we out

Ask ya self, is you ready for
Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you for the hardcore?
The

Now ask ya self, do you can run faster
Than this can chamber?
(Son, you in danger)
We hit off metal to settle to be frequently
And all me
(Nigga)

Thinking you can talk sideways the sound woofer
No of action
(My team laughing)
And ask ya self, do you think we got the
For you rhymes?
(Bitch, no)

We put wigs on fire Michael mean Pepsi
(Cats like a lesbie)
Testing me and Tef is like me and you
And announce a breath from holy you nnothing
def

Listen, nigga, we doubt you
we don't give a fuck about you
Me and my girlfriend, I make the spin without you
You fucking with real niggaz, feel
Walking through the and kill niggaz
(Hardcore)
Bitch,

Ask ya self, is you ready for
Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you for the hardcore?

Na, na, na, that
Don't me back Tef
Na, na, go, lemme go
Fuck niggaz
Naw, they know, hold up dog
go, hold up dog, hold up

Na, na, na, hold up, wait up, went about it wrong
Feelin' brave hearted, try me on a
I'm a let niggaz know, they got it
You got gats and bats we get too

Semi's and cocked and aimed at you
Bloodthirsty, star what the be
No mercy, we god and hard with any squad or mobb
Coming forty niggaz like a jail

on my silk shirt, choke niggaz out
Scuffed up my Timbs, we 'em in the mouth
You want a concrete rebel
Pulling out like war in the jungle

Mad 'cause my crew lay bubble in the
Most humble, we send shots when we through
Get praised but still blaze in the
The ruff days, these two niggaz tattle

I'm immune to them tuff-talk, them big boy
You coming in pairs, then two bodies by the
Nigga we bang with the best, the to rest
Create drama, rock armor, Smith &

Blood shot, gun cocked, shotting
Lost in this I'm in, feeling money rhyming
roaming, zoning, looking with a Nottz beat
Label dangerous, police lay and watch me

Harts jumping, we peeping niggaz fronting
We come thumping, pulling out dumping
Tangle with your entourage

We coming in yards to face off with any
Soldier you're dust on the loaded shotgun
Whistling the air, just to mock one
for your socks son

Is you ready for the
The
And after Krumb Snatcha yo' worthy possessions
I got strict to clap you