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[Verse 1: Darko]
Armed and dangerous, wanna Meech, better aim it up
Most of rap niggas hating us
Feel like I got six people living my cranium
Help me, I see dead people, I'm them Benjamins
Six just ain't enough
I need a bad bitch, a million bucks
Telling me I been a monster, man, boss, man
My sonograms full of solid and I'm a go find that real shit
No hologram when you talk slick, you get hit extra gram
Bu-buck shot and then gon' bounce
Some down, some niggas ran
Came in this talking shit, acid tab, hashy bricks
Codeine-sip, in my lungs, easy flip, I got the right plug
All drugs, I got to like one
All beef, I got the right punch
What situation is the one?
you gon' do, die or run?

[Verse 2: Juice]
7 a.m., walk in the bar
They got fiend and green, that
Waiting for pack, got to fit the whole team
Find on my back, gotta make it best, man
stress here, bit of stress here
Got a 9 milli weapon for protection to kill off, no question
Nah, niggas is announcing the brown
Man, this no bullshit, scared of us
And they took a right to not give a
Someone loaded up 'til my trigger
And they been down for us, just how a nigga
Shout-out to my on my niggas on the corner with the raw
Trying to make a little living 'bout what a can't afford
Who put them in the hood, anyway?
Who told these niggas we shit everyday?
They start the and we followed in
'Fore the chopper trying to hollow me
These ain't ready, gotta call 'em in
My funky, that parliament
Put Pall grandfather cigs, Paul Wall, my grill is
Tipping my verses, my get serviced
We vicious, we serpents, we ripping this Earth

[Verse 3: Arc Elliott]
Uh, this is how I operate, no MD, emcee
contemplating this architecture
Been all semester, they the message
Leave shorty wet, my stain on
All of my niggas are shooters, they
of description, your fists where they missing
And this is an original, man
My ism is torture, we in the system
Where niggas in prison for her down
Shooting to kill, 'em down
Who can distinguish is on ground?
Smoking this and my arm in Rick Ow'
Carry shit like I'm holding a "no"
A talking reckless, same, we smoking Dutches
On a certain substance, on a budget
Give you a minimum you exhibit a criminal mimic
And miracles, they get
They the liberty's privilege
The live is the of indigo
Niggas is wild on this
Don't be surprised when I the scene with six shooters
As soon as you fetch your machine, motherfucker