[Ali Vegas]
Wack like ???, clap you like the don
Clap ya, like my palm won't cock back and smack you
I'm that live, snatch out your black five
Role playing niggas, ya'll just act live
I'm beyond getting ugly, that's Bubba and Timmy talking
Your chest is on fire, that's the semi talking
Run south thugs, run your mouth thugs
You thugged out cus? I snub out cus
Beat niggas up, they wanna take it to trial
Touch niggas and they wanna call foul
Half steppin niggas don't wanna go the mile
When your down, niggas you run with, literally, you gon run with em
The break's over, my Fo Fo will move your face over
Break up your shoulders, ?see the heat chasing you sober?
I don't need a blunt to leave niggas smoked out
Don't need a blue rag just to loc out
I tried to go back, but the fifth poked out
That was me in the whip when the shit broke out
Broke out this shit, half a brick, sniff, go south
Sick, built with a click that go all out
Don't try to rekindle your flame when your shit run out
I'm gonna try to remember your name when this clip burns out
The way I move is cus I live on the ledge
I'm trying to get ahead while ya'll get head
You ain't on duke, you need a thong duke
Shoulda had a verse on Moulan Rouge
I'm the bomb nigga, don't make me blow up on you
Eat a box of bullets and throw up on you
No way, I'm about to blow it
???, I'm so fucking focused

[JoJo Pellegrino]
Yo, One's for the burbs and the bricks, two's for the money
Three is for chick, Four-Five is for the loads on my hip
Six is the whip, seven is that fam that's God body
Eight is the amount of clips I can stuff in John's shotti
Nine is how many lives this cat got when I squeeze
and how many months in the womb I spend impatient, trying to breathe
Ten is how many shots I lick off, don't piss me off
Stay on your toes, shells get you spinning like ???
I'm so incredible, nice is my middle name
Let's take it back to gold, I'm tired of silver chains
Hell fire, let ??? put one through ya
Team run through ya, Mr. Edwards, the godfather, your son dula
I can't believe the trying to flow like me
That's like trying to catch a flight with no id
The game stops, I can pose for lightning
Rap to the thunder, and dance in between the rain drops
Run the game like the clutch when I push it in gear
Spit the verse of every month and sing the hook of the year
Can you imagine spitting flows at close range?
I take your wig off at long distance, replace shit like rogain
Goomba, stay keepin it gangsta, never pretender
I need a couch and drinks on the house when I step in the venue
Officer I don't mean to offend, but this a racial harmony thang
Ain't there some getting along that we need to attend to?
Just for me to treat you special when you a man of my calibur
Even when it's freezing they sweat you
Used to draw the stripe zones under the ???
Only to lay the paint for your mental
Now they right Joey P is nice, he got potential
Why bother to hassle, you don't want no parts of the natural
Face get wet like you was bobbing for apples
It's a bugged world, that's why I need to ?buggy? ya Benz
Them groupies buggin, stressin me so hard they fucking my friends
Who want to start an incident right tonight?
I can't unless you got a hotbox, could always use some spice in my life
Don't have kniptions when I bounce with that don't-toy-with-me voice
I wanna go when it's a green light, boys will be boys
I know them haters can't stand to see me
That's why I'm in the hood liike the truck of a ??? Beamer

[Eyeslow]
And in my hood, you'll get shot for your bread
Voice box or your leg, and if I ain't on the song, we ain't bobbin our heads
And you can't say we hating either
B&G just ain;t used to taking breathers
We get money with eigths and reefers
And we ain't used to getting money with alot of tapes and speakers
We spend cake on sneakers, ad ain't no biting my tongue
If you don't like where I'm from, then write it in funds
There ain't no rapper I won't invite to the slum
I told ya'll, that's the best advice to the dumb
And everytime I walk in a room
They get scared, I get em off without talking to goons
I live my thoughts to the tomb
But I could catch a flight in the day, drop you off in the noon
Fuck a writer, ?bugs are in the gutter, my fork and my spoon?
Cus I can't see myself eating without them
??? my night, that's why I ain't speaking about them
Sleep is my plate, ya'll my food, reach for my eight
And I ain't gotta teach you your fate
This the game that I chose, laming these hoes
Ya'll don't understand how I'm changing these flows
Acting like you want it, but your brain ain't so close
B&G, just B, C, and me
Fuck around with ???, ya'll ain't seeing me
See I do this for the Marco, cus I got a hot flow
But it's like a pencil and I got a sharp flow
And I don't want your heart to go beep beep beep beep
But when ya'll see me in the streets, the streets
I don't want ya'll stuttering when you speak the speak
Cus you niggas don't fuck with the strong cus your shit is too weak
But ya'll niggas brought it, so I gotta bring it back
And I'm ill and ya'll niggas just wack
See that's the difference between me and ???
See I'm ill and he's not that bad