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[RMC Mike:]
(Coach me, Joey, Vonte on the beat, nigga)
Bitch

In the spot bagging up them 'bows, finna shoot 'em out
Unc' got some big-ass veins, I watched him shoot an ounce
You short on the payment, have my niggas come move your house
Opps keep tryna avoid the beef, made 'em move south
Told Joey this shit on the floor and I'm ready for it
Rio got some shit on his wrist, he paid a Chevy for it
I just made a seven thousand play right on Livernois
Girly keep asking what I claim, bitch, it's Ghetto Boyz
Still RMC 'til I die, ain't no question 'bout it
Water whip the dope with some shit, it made eleven thousand
Yeah, Ri my brother, we just grew up in separate houses
Blank out off them Percs and start shooting, need better counseling

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Me and Mike in this bitch talking dumb and dumber
Chasing Hi-Tech with Wockhardt, I'm getting numb and number
I be selling half of bricks for thirty-six to my country bumpkin
If I drop another chain off hitting puppy, them hunkies coming
You be talking 'bout a bunch of bullshit that don't matter
Let a bitch call her brother on me, I'ma blow at him
Left pocket full of wrinkled money, came from dope addicts
Used to walk around with ten thousand, that shit got so tragic
Let me get an M, I'm coming home with it, brodie, don't worry
Scared to piss in that cup right now, I know I'm so dirty
Mike ain't tryna bust a pill down, he want the whole thirty
Used to wanna kill for six or seven racks, now I can blow thirty

[RMC Mike:]
Nike joggers off the Yeezy runners, chase you down with quickness
Running through the load, asked the plug to send another biscuit
Told my bitch I wanna fuck her friend, she so open with it
I'll do whatever this shit take to promote the Mitten
Brick came up short, but I know how, I put lotion in it
Damn, Mike, how you steal my girl? I just stroke her different
She said you a no pape'-having, controlling nigga
I hit the bitch with everything I had, I put shoulders in it
Stayed down loading up, I timed my rise to the top
I was in the alleyway cutting pies out the box
Auntie fucked my head up, I seen her nod off the rocks
I need a roadrunner to come stuff this dime in her twat

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Ayy, go grab a paper towel, unc', your nose running
I got some 'bows coming, all you probably got is hoes coming
When the world open, I'm dropping two more Rollies off 4Sho money
Stop talking crazy 'bout that fifty racks, that ain't no money
You still wearing Nautica? Bro, you so dirty
My stomach hurt right now, I quit drinking lean cold turkey
We ain't had shit, rapping at E house, we had a long journey
Niggas still flashing lil' money, that shit so corny
We in this bitch fucking with Joe, the 4 upside down
Drop a five in a six-ounce pop, then turn it upside down
Any nigga take a shot at me and miss, he must go now
I got a small gun on my hip'll make a bus slow down

Yeah, nigga, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
What up, Joe?
What up, Mike? Nigga
Know what the fuck going on
Damn, that bitch stopped?