[Verse 1: Nems]

If your shit ill, I must've got an ear infection

You think you nice 'cause your bars come with a cheerin' section

(Nah, you?)

I'm out in Europe gettin' vocal money

And you're only famous to your local buddies

Uh, ego is motherfucker

I play to win, G codes like a motherfucker

Game genius, flame idiots, cross borders, came in a van

Came in it when, little nigga, bitches called me pain in her neck

Then they fell in love on the block when I came in the vet

And then I came in [?], did it again but I came in her neck (Hold that)

When I started rhymin' I was labeled a threat (Yup)

And then my studio sessions became an event (Yup)

You don't believe me, I can play you cassettes (Yup)

Fuck your life, there's no lames in my set

I earnt my name with bar work and ass whoopins

You got your shit neck workin' and ass kissin' (Fuck outta here)

Yes-man and an ad libin'

I'm on the block, vest blammin' and cash gettin'

I'm the best, fam, and that's written



[Verse 2: Bugz]

Barchitects next in line and we past driven

Choppin' records to labels, we in the back pimpin'

You'll get stuck behind these bars like your ass biddin'

Woah, we big dogs outta p-u-p's

Run this shit from the Brookyn to the BQE

With bars of death, nigga, we 'bout to show stop it

Puttin' work in while these faggot niggas globetrottin'

That's cock suckin' and road blockin'

I'm in the gutter Glock tuckin' and chrome poppin'

In the jail where they shot niggas for phone options

I was chillin' slide cuffin' and phone watchin'

At first they was hatin' and now they up on it

Team HOMI, fuck your life, put some bucks on it

A different breed, they might not wanna touch on it

If you ain't made from this cloth, you ain't cut for it

I see revenge just like a bag of gold

And for them karats, I put you in a rabbit hole

I done tagged more niggas than [?]

And then left niggas right with their Taddle Toes

Thats a homi fact, turn beef into waste

I squeeze pounds, you don't wanna get your body wrapped

What's you weaklings to these three kings?

Try to move forward, just remember three things



[Verse 3: Money Bagz]

The Barchitects and Gorrila Nems, boy, you know it's wild

Everybody talkin' New York, this how is 'posed to sound

Careful for the vultures 'round

See we puttin' work in, gettin' global now

Let it p-o-p, you better hold it down

I'm on the crown, these rappers liers, I'm too honest

They say they loyal, but watch 'em switch for a few commas

Feel like I'm Arabic, got me walkin' with two llamas

Boy, you dead, we'll get you ragged like shoe polish

Get your shine box standin' there with the nine Glock

Five shots, gon' have to work on Wall Street, see [?] stock

And why not? Police put cameras all up on my block

Ironic that the gun would bark, but you get a pawn box

My rhymes hot, keep it real, don't do the imitaters

'Cause they don't shoot when you go down like incinerators (Get it?)

I'm quick to spray you, put your body in the Himalayas

This a threat, then I mail a cheque like that [?] player

Listen, trash rappers fuckin' up the scenery

Skinny jeans were from the era there was guns on DVDs

Give a fuck if you famous, what that mean to me?

Get you [?] at your interview at TMZ

Bars of death