Yeah, yeah, yeah

I know we got you **** thinking like

"Ayo, what's going on?

Sound like some end of the world shit"

It's not a fantasy, nope, it's really going down, let's do it

Who making hits like these?

Call up, ****, **** Sean P

Call up, ****, **** Guilty

313 to the NYC

Who making hits like these?

Call up, ****,**** Guilty

Call up, ****, **** Sean P

313 to the NYC

Yeah, I'm chemically imbalanced, you're no challenge

I eat hot emcees like cold salads

I'm so valid, trust the word

Find me in the ghetto, puffin' herb

Murder City madman stacking bills

Walk past the snakes and dap the real

Talk to me foul, I'll clap the steel

The type of dude you have to kill

We keep hunting, and if I'm breathin' (what?)

We won't stop 'til the odds get even

Revenge is a dish served cold

So I wear coats and stay in murk-mode

Break bread, the flow is worth gold

The silver lining is his skin is bronze

So I ain't have much to give to moms

But a headache, naw I'm on it, she's straight

Yuh, who making hits like these?

Call up, ****, **** Sean P

Call up, ****, **** Guilty

313 to the NYC

Who making hits like these?

Call up, ****, **** Guilty

Call up, ****, **** Sean P

313 to the NYC

Yo, you can't mess with the bomb shit

Me, Guilty & Black is aggressive content

No love letter rhymes and raps about chicks

Just a whole lot of drugging and thugging, that's it

You can call me one-dimensional

But ain't too much talking when a slug get into you

And don't ask the god stupid shit in the interview

I grab Hex' sket and then I'll wet up your inner tubes

Bike-rider, Lance Armstrong ****

Running out of air fam, can't stand long, ****

Sean Price, the worst rapper, the purse snatcher

Smack shit out of you and whoever's the church pastor

My hand in the collection plate

Don't you ever disrespect the Ape

Sean P

We just getting started, tell 'em

Who making hits like these?

Call up, ****, **** Sean P

Call up, ****, **** Guilty

313 to the NYC

Who making hits like these?

Call up, ****, **** Guilty

Call up, ****, **** Sean P

313 to the NYC

BK and double three one is trouble

These one's trouble, each one'll crumble

Whole crews that front on old crews to fumble

Guilt run a play, P run a huddle

They say whatever but they like to mumble

So watch what they say results, guns, the muzzle

Blood starts to bubble

Random, random!

Had to double our pay, so cash 'em out

It's 'no dough, no show' don't even go ask them

So, bro this probably be bigger than my last one

Who ahead in the race? Passed them

Hear it, now smash them

This that headbanger, no aspirin, ****

Who making hits like these?

Call up, ****, **** Sean P

Call up, ****, **** Guilty

313 to the NYC

Who making hits like these?

Call up, ****, **** Guilty

Call up, ****, **** Sean P

313 to the NYC