[Verse 1: Dom]

Head shot, one time
Dead drop, aim high
Smooth stones, hang time
Shots fired, see between the eyes
No JK
I like to spray spray with my A.K
That's my acquired knowledge
Never work without a payday

Who's stuff you thought this was
Now you trying to claim what don't belong to you
No buddy this don't work like that you ain't a pimp
I'm not a prostitute
I been ready, been through way worse
Heats up, and it been turned
I didn't need your stuff then
I'ma keep doing what been working

We been working (We been working)
Giant killers, we've been "Murking"
Check the menu we've been serving
Check the shadows we been lurking
We've mastered all our pastures
Now we ready for this battle thing
Gonna be a king, and it started
"Cuz" I got these rocks in my sling

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Couple stones in my pocket
Couple stones in my pocket
Couple stones in my pocket
Giant step up and we drop it
Bulls-eye he ain't ready for it
Head shot one time
Bulls-eye he ain't ready for it
Head shot one time

[Verse 2: Yaves]

Riding down that avenue King David my attitude
White walls on my "caddie" shoes Anchorman I got good news
Riding down that avenue King David my attitude
White walls on my "caddie" shoes Anchorman I got good news
Gospel on me I'm sporting
Ain't dodging law enforcement
My pocket full of rocks
Ain't got no baking soda endorsement

I'm from the bottom where they begging for the bread
Wake up every morning take a 40 to the head
Man of the "fam" cause my real daddy dead
But I'm good on blood from the blood that was shed
Yeah One savor one mediator
One way either or
The way I side step the bull
I look something like a matador

Moon walking Michael
Gico Caveman
Future look so bright
That Ray Charles need Ray Bands
They right no Suge Knight
Off Death row 2PAC
One stone, sleep the giant
Flintstone, Bedrock

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Verse 3: Todd
Sling shot, That's what I'm packing make it happen
The enemy yapping I don't think that he knows what it is
3 rocks, slinging it back and then attacking them
Knocking them back and then they ain't getting back up again
We pop, slinging the word I need to serve 'em
Heat from the furnace, I'ma earn a spectacular ten
Fee fi fo all you wanna But I'ma be on the opponent
Like a hunter with a gat in his hand

Everybody wanna act illiterate
When enemies be coming around the territory talking ridiculous
Till me and my people gotta go and get lethal
And show the evil doer they don't wanna be on the premises
Cause I'm packing a weapon off in the pocket
Might think I'm a idiot 'til I pull it and pop it
Enemies falling now the rest of the competition
Ducking and hiding like Osama Bin Laden

Straight from the gate Straight from the go
Spiritual opposition man they already know
Nobody ready for the static
Cause I'm packing a weapon to devour everyone of my obstacles
Tell 'em what it is show 'em what it do
You step in front of me I step in front of you
Hit 'em with living literature Then I sick 'em
And stick 'em up in the city while representing the W