[Intro: Crimeapple]
Woah
Woah, woah
I mean, like, I could try to miss
Probably still shoot the lights out in this bitch (Really)
What do you want me to tell you, huh? Dígame (Yeah)
Woah (Uh-huh), woah

[Verse 1: Crimeapple]
A lame pulled up an old clip of me freestylin' with no beard
Said, "Crime, you wasn't ill"
Turn Urkel to Stefan like Jaleel (Woah)
What's the matter with you?
You sound the same for ten years
Wait, why you so fond of standin' still?
I been gettin' to it, sonny, like green bluish money
You got pipe dreams, I make a livin', one of us movin' funny
Shit, I don't be doin' much
Cream pies, facials to my Taiwanese biracial queen
You should see my stable
Keep a heavy bitch in there too in case the winter was harsh
It's August now, pretty surе I haven't hit it since March (Woah)
Y'all be thrеatenin' to bite, but that ain't shit but a bark (Nah, man)
Thinkin' you got tough genes until they get hit with the starch
I used to be the type to sit in a park with OG's to pick up game
And watch pick-up games even when they were sittin' there sniffin' 'caine
But now ain't shit the same, I'm in a different type of ballgame
Although I heard Red still out here pourin' beer in his cornflakes (Ayo, Red, what up?)
Papered up, still smokin' Black & Milds at the banquet
My cousin just came home, can't leave, he got the anklet (Woah, woah)
A lot of anguish, a lame wanna see me die, but it's dangerous
Certified, touch me, then the hit gotta be sanctioned
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
Nobody give you the stamp 'cause you not valid (Stupid)
The same three words describe you, you not solid (You not)
I let my dogs eat first or they Rottweilin'
You go to Pete Cetera, he give you a rock ballad (Hahaha)
Terry Melcher at the mansion (At the mansion)
Mama Cass, new Manson (Tell me)
Greaseballs, my people, they sing opera
Anatomy of the Zulu Army with King Shaka (Boom, boom, boom)
We gettin' money, avocado is green (It is)
I should smack whoever told you you should follow your dreams
I be low-key, incommunicado machine
This is Barranquilla, Tomás Maldonado the scene (Hermanito)
Straight up and down, I'm embarrassed for you bitches (I am)
Can't pick a highlight from my embarrassment of riches (Nah)
Welcome home money, I'ma bury me a bag (Give me the bag)
If he say another word, he losin' everything he had, dummy

[Outro: Vinnie Paz]
Hahaha, yeah
Pack Pistol Pazienza and all that
Montega, Hermano
Yo, Lance, this another one
Yo, Crime we got another un para
Hermanito, hahahaha