Hard Nard (feat. Big Zack)

Alright, kill 'em, kill 'em all, kill 'em, kill 'em all

I swallow too much dope to stomach, too many sacks to vomit

Shit it out, rinse it off, hit the block running

Sitting in a crack hole, rolling up an Optimo

Scheming on a sucker dick and swallow for a sack-o

I pack crack flow, y'all **** assholes

Cook it, cut it, sort it, hit the trap door

Keep that heart not moving, killer

And on a nine and a finger on the trigger

I've got a soulful to let go on so-and-so

These trash-ass rappers rap so slow

These trash-ass rappers rap so slow

Head ducked like a hose and raw flow

Keep that heart not moving, killer

And on a nine and a finger on the trigger

Keep that heart not moving, killer

And on a nine and a finger on the trigger

The flow gutter, the dough butter

Sound splendid, keep the chill out your mouth

Put a dick in it, live wire, spit fire

Do it like a whore that burned

Get it straight as a perm

You are now about to witness

The mix of 151 and the thick shit

I got a sickness, got a high spickness

Killer kill number one on your hit list

Don't forget this murderous merciless

Vase that you chose to ride out and cause with

Killer kill, killer kill

Keep that heart not moving, killer

And on a nine and a finger on the trigger

Keep that heart not moving, killer

And on a nine and a finger on the trigger

This is the formal introduction to the slum flow

Living die by a gun and a mic cord

Busty bitch ****, shits a whip

No rapport, no love for the law

Showing much disregard

M.A.K. stabbed and roasted upon the hard guard

Heaven should've saved, beating out the heaven guard

Glamour bitch, strong jacket, gnarling on my law

Spit rhymes, commit crimes without no flaw

West side's on roll, too slum for y'all

Go for the kill, atmosphere got that raw for y'all

Mic check, one-two, step in for your shaw

Pop two inside of you, after we fall

Big Zach, from the flat land, off in the trap

With a pocket full of crap, my nose in the air, gone

Keep that heart not moving, killer

And on a nine and a finger on the trigger

Keep that heart not moving, killer

And on a nine and a finger on the trigger

Keep it moving for those that hate snitches

Those that slap bitches

Them **** on the grind, steep in the trenches

Those with fist whip, pistol grip clenches

Getting to their straps when it itches

Keep it moving for the block bleeders

The heater holders, the die-hard slum soldiers

Moving work, cooked with bacon soda

Motivate murder via Motorola

Thought I told ya, Maga loader

Me and my **** Zach back for ya

And we them shoot-first, ask-later players

Wet wound slayers

Smasher that had a scent name

Running loose with the AK

Ask Jesus to save ya

Keep that heart not moving, killer

And on a nine and a finger on the trigger

Keep that heart not moving, killer

And on a nine and a finger on the trigger