Shooter vs. Chill Will (Intro) lyrics

[Intro]
What about your borough of Queens?
Who's an artist comin' out of Queens that, that you could big up right now?
An artist comin' out of Queens that you could talk about?
Uh, Kiing Shooter, Kiing Shooter
Hahaha, word?
(Diny Made That)
Struggle kills, what I might do today
They still like sleepin' on a n*gga
Got 'em

[Verse 1]
I hear all this talk about how I ain't shootin' now (Word?)
Try me if you want, I bet I shoot you down (Grrt, boom)
I be in and out of states, they scared to move around (Where you at?)
I'm doin' shows, I'm on the road, I'm makin' movies now (Let's get it)
I guess they want me back up on some bullsh*t (Oh, you do?)
Walkin' through the projects with a full clip (Hey, I am)
Blue hollows in this Glock, I bet I won't miss (I won't)
I just pray if you survive, that you don't snitch (Please)
'Cause n*ggas out here tellin' like it's necessary (You a rat)
Bro got seventeen, he go in February (I got you)
We just Jewish up our lawyers, we ain't never worry (At all)
And I could kill you in my sleep, so I ain't in a hurry (Uh-huh)
I'm bangin' for a cause, they just want some clout (What's crackin'?)
Until my n*ggas posted in his mother house (Where you goin'?)
Duct tape around her lips and make you stomp her out (Hah)
And have your sister eat this di*k while I'm on the couch (Let's get it)