[Verse 1: Spit Gemz]
First nut I ever bust was in juvenile hall
Beating off to the Lil Kim poster on my wall
Hardcore, when she was still a cutie
Getting money to the skit of her getting f*cked in the movies
Oh wee, I used to have a thing for her
Then she turned into that thing, I don't even know what to call her
And f*ck Nicki Minaj, I miss Lauryn
Latifa and Lyte, the rest of you b*tches is boring
Free Remy, you can quote me on all of that
And f*ck your record label, I'm the one who ain't calling back
Everything you seen thus far I orchestrated
From a project bedroom with no paper
I'm the artist, the engineer and producer here
Shot, directed and edited by my pubic hairs
Aside from a few good men
And two strong women, ain't nobody help Gemz
But If Thirst say shoot 'em
I'mma put the bullets right 'through 'em
Before we get to discuss if I knew 'em
Lo-Life assassin, I'm doing my job
And I'm focused on my set like I used to do in the yard
I got a squad, Broken Home is the future
And little homie with the Canon is just dying to shoot ya
[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
We could spit gems or gem stars, my pen scars
sh*t, my name holds the type of weight that bends bars
We been stars, the masters is late, we keep it moving though
Push packs, pimping properly, possess the smoothest flow
Real n*ggas know what time it is, black, f*ck the feedback
Already co-signing myself, I don't need that
I don't need nothing really, feel me, I'm self-efficient
Stand-up n*gga, never got the belt for b*tching
Y'all can have that, f*ck it, I'm passed rap
We'll come through and blast that, homie, you asscrack
Who the f*ck's running New York? How could you ask that?
I ain't really worried about much, just where the cash at
If my chain look stupid and my watch looks dumb
I think smart and stay sharp, so I'm holding my gun
All Queens everything, we up in this b*tch
I'd go to hell before I ever turn snitch, that's Laurenovich
[Verse 3: Thirstin Howl III]
I'm all Brooklyn with the .44 crooked
Got more famous so I bought more bullets
Underground crown, bless my style
You don't gotta play my sh*t on the FM Dial
Homemade hot sauce, Spanish spicy
Rice & beans, platanos and ice cream
War vets since LeTigre short sets
Long di*k chicks, just takin short breaths
Team mogul, delete the lead vocal
Street social, 60's soulful
L's in the air everywhere that I walk
Never gave a f*ck, or cared what you thought
I write rhymes with a chisel and chainsaw
Every damn day try to steal from the same store
Spit Gemz, Meyhem Lauren
I could retire now and just depend on them
Smooth sale with a gangsta lean
Been a good year, gotta thank the team
Kerosene & gasoline, gotta keep the camera clean
Count the casualties far from the apple tree
There's no secret in the way I'm built
And I don't gotta lie to display my skill
Made my house outta mud when I was down in the dirt
Big Vic-Lo, Thirstin Howl the 3rd