Killing The Game

(专辑： Meth Lab Season 2: The Lithium - 2018)

[Pretty Blanco:]
Yeah, nah, nah
You ain't never run into a Goonie in the boonies, better hope I let my toolie out
But I ain't never lacking, boy, you acting when I catch you up in traffic, I'ma put one in your dome
'Cause the day I lost my brother, I was sitting with my mother and she told me I would never be alone
So I grabbed that four-five, why should homie be alive when he got my best friend? Now he gone
No, this shit just so wrong
Remember his cousin was calling my phone
Like, Blanco, let's get him, I know where he headed
He need to be deaded, let's go
So we hit the road, gone off them shrooms like I'm Toad
Hop in the [?], that four-forty-four close
It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
Reloaded it and dump it some more
So we posted up by the store
Freezing, it's twenty below
Blowing this weed by the O
We just 'bout to leave and then, yo, I think I just seen me that fiend that Gene and my bro
He's right on the corner with Steven and Joe
Now it's open season, I'm fiending to blow
So Lee hop up outta the whip, when he let that shit rip, I saw all of 'em [?] on the floor, whoa
But I guess what can I say?
I hit J-F-K and was back to L-A
A thief in the night and a thief in the day
So I take what I want, while I'm chiefing the J
Huh, while I'm chiefing the J
Be careful out here in them streets where you play
Be careful out here when you speak what you say
'Cause your ex will get cut up, the meat, the fillet, like whoa

(We killing these lames, so my killers insane
Watch how we killing the game-we killing the game
We be killing the brain and got me not feeling a thang
We killing these lames, so my killers insane
Watch how we killing the game-we killing the game
We be killing the brain and got me not feeling a thang)

[Method Man:]
I'm back in my stash, we back in the lab
Got killas in back of your pad with ratchets and masks
We 'bout to catch us a bag, couldn't find no matches or gas
I'm mashing the gas, I done mastered the class
Do not give these rappers a pass
These rappers is trash
I give these rappers the drag then ask, 'Is you mad or you mad?'
Haters, I'm flicking 'em all
Critics have written 'em off
Trick, I'ma boss
I might not be bigger than Ross but still might be bigger than yours
I smell like the vault
She smelling like Christian Dior
But we don't be kissing them broads, uh-uh, not at all
I mean it, I seen it before
Their momma a queen like Afeni Shakur
Meth know the meaning of floor
They fiena be king of New York
But why if the kingdom is poor?
Now we keeping score
Don't know what you figure me for
Who told you the city was yours?
Round of applause and you get around just because
You wasn't down for the cause
Proving the form, hope it wasn't you in the morgue
See, this what I do when I'm bored
Nothing to do with the law
Got nothing to do wit'cha boy
The cops'll put two in your boy
Your day'll be worn for sure
Soon as my key in the door and I get my feet on the floor
Believe it, I'm eating some more
Beasting some more
Beef, it don't need to be thawed
This is the reason I'm raw