featuring 20 Grand DMX
.....(Forte & DMX Growling)....
[Chorus Forte' & DMX]
{Forte'}
You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?) DMX in parentheses
{Forte}
Forte' ! (DMX!)
{Forte'}
Be the hottest!
{Forte' & DMX}
We Got This!!! (You ain't hear?!!!!)
{Forte'}
We Got This! ( Nigga! You ain't hear?!!!)
{Forte'}
We Got This!
{Forte' & DMX}
Straight up! We locked it!!!
[Forte' - Verse One]
Associated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars
and heavy hitters,
Them younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip
candle wax, brown Beamers to whip
And jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician
whose trying to add on, when it's not addition
You need to revamp! The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!
Run up on you B, and leave your seat damp!
And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low
From Madina up to Y.O.
El Capitan John, micapo
Get tore down, and that's the way it go down!
The east is like the wild west without the showdown!
Them niggas be like, "what now?!"
Get cut down! From the gut down!
Intense heh? And leave you shut down!
You knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!!
[Dmx]
Unghh!!! My nigga said it!!
Niggas'll get it! That
