Big Scarr, Quezz Ruthless - MJ

(Quake)

Woah

(Ayo, BandPlay)

Frozone

Woah, twenty-three shots like Im Michael Jordan

Choke slam the pack like Im Randy Orton

Get to the bread, give a fuck what you niggas doin

Break on a bitch, leave her feelings ruined

The way that I walk on the beat cant nobody do it

Birkin my bitch, change her attitude

Strapped up during a show, better think fore you try to do it

Buss down the play, thats an alley-oop

Switch hit his gut, now he gotta eat Campbell soup

No cap on the beat, this shit factual

I put the gang on the map, now we national

If you aint from my side, then Im taxin you

My bitch, she bad, got a body like Betty Boop

Cant say her name, thats my lil whoopty-whoop

She hate when I be telling lies cause she know the truth

Stillll pop out like Im bulletproof

AMG Benz, Cartier hangin out the roof

Nine on my side, not a twenty-two

Step on a opp in some Prada designer shoes

Hoes on my dick, thats what money do

Im with your bitch tryna see what that honey do

Sent out for a low, pray he make it through

Phone ringing now, no, I cant wait a day or two

Wockhardt got me feelin sensational

You say this your bitch, but to me she look takeable

She say that I look like a snack

Told her meet in the back, ate the dick like a edible

After this I cant chill or relax

Gotta get to the bag, let me check out my schedule

Too much ice on my neck change the weather up

So Icy Gang, nobody big as us, gang