{Note: same beat as Prodigy (Mobb Deep) "Keep It Thoro"}

[Intro: AZ]
Yea, n*ggaz actin' like the rap game is over
Like we in New York, it's East coast baby

[Verse: AZ]
I get doe, head, whole lot of hate to cop my LP
It's like them hoes can't wait
Stimulate the minds of them killers upstate
And these snakes among deceive I diss was dead weight
Use to hit n*ggaz with work and the crate
Guerrilla rap will still smack the smirk of your face
Was jail baited bounced from strip b*tches got raped
Now the d*ck game is so insane I can't fake
The stakes when you f*ckin' with chicks chasin' them brakes
So if they ain't holdin' bank then they can't get the H.N.I.C. and sh*t
A hustler's rap artist, pardon, AZ stats regardless
Heartless, haunt n*ggaz like the anti Christ
My advice 'fore you lose your life, is think twice
Before you creep on it, put beef on it, sleep on it
The weak get left in the streets with no garments
Ice grillin' n*ggaz, to me it's the most harmless
Don't embarrass yourself, you way out of foreign grounds
When n*ggaz bullsh*t with them pounds
I don't f*ck around dunny, I lay it down, keep it thoro..

[Outro: AZ]
Yea, certified now, Quiet Money mafia
Brooklyn, Final Call, ya heard