1: Westside Gunn]
Slow down, West, you kin' 'em
Same na used to rock Fed tans and Timberlands
Same na used to have dope that made 'em lean
Shootouts in Dewey Park, left his brains on the swing
Respected by brick-movers and shell-bussas
Nicer than everbody on the last three XXL covers
Mix the champagne with the dark
My brain way smart
Balmains, the suede Fieg Clarks
Black Boost match the MAC-11 by the dope spot
CDG hearts on the flip-flops, while I play the yacht, Akh
nas let they gun bust on my block
My cooker whip that sh till his wrist sore
I'm lookin' like a brick in the Kith store
Money got me changin', I was on the block slangin'
Prps, cherry red Buscemis lock swangin'
No skimask, we held sh up, you know what up
The Audi cost a buck, doin' a buck
Hunting shells 'a rip his guts
f na, we aim and bang toast
I snuffed ya favorite rapper, his little angel chains broke
The plug daughter callin' me La Machina
Shot him in the hall, blew his brains on the Basquiat
Ayo
All ya nas talkin' like you gettin' money
But y'all nas' all broke yo
f you, f you, and f you
I put the barrel in ya throat, yo
f nas can' tell me sh, I made a quater off 'a dope, na
Sneak diss and I'll send a few shooters at ya muthafin' show, na
Beleedat, na
Click, clack, boom, SE Gang, na
f outta here, na
Hall and Nash, na