2-3 Break

People call me the drunk, off the thick funk

Just to prove I'm ?luida? bag your whole start like ?meshuda?

Click back, put a hollow point cap in your temple

We get caught, it's strictly mental

A stone crook, I don't go by the book

You can't fool me with your gangsta look

I've truncated ??? on my turf for wet pay

When I roll a blunt, they'd better roll away

Out, and don't try talking bold

Cause I'll smack you with a bat just like "Walking Tall"

What? You punk, who's gonna defend you?

When I bumrush your ass and stick an icepick in you

Quick, your ************* caught a splinter from my *************

Cause she gave me a woodie in the parking lot behind Mc-

Donald's, the bed slammer again stick 'em both

With my king-size *************, and Donna King sized hand again

*gunshot* "2, 3, Break!"

[Fa*************on]

I go so much of this style coming from my lips while

Washed-up ducks get dumped in mother******* *************t piles

Bang, I got my own thang, gang ain't a proper

Drop a, hollow-point shelly on a copper

Let 'em ******* know who's Kool where I'm coming from

Slept for a while on my style now I'm stunning 'em

Bagging 'em, plus I hit their hoes in the mean

Cause all I ever want is fame, *************, and the green

Seen crazy *************s get lost in the shuffle

With dreams turned to rubble then bust like a bubble

Ta-dow, now, that's how it's falling

Whether I'm hitting skins or mother******* ballin

Hanging with my crew on the Peakskill plain

I throw my *************t when laying a ************* so get off my *************

Trick, you know my style, no it ain't no use

Cause I keep your hoes wet like a ******* douche

*gunshot* "2, 3, Break!"

[JuJu]

Taking 'em out, no hass, I be the owner of my rhymes

Will make *************s collapse into a coma

Product of a concrete hell, I'm on a mission

Deadly with intent to shell the opposition

******* with this flow, come on, yo that's treason

*************s ************* around and get shot for no reason

Junkyard *************, represent everytime

Corona's in the house and yo Gab!

(Bust and rip the skills!)

[Gab]

My rhymes wake up to a 9.4, ready for war

Come up, I false my fronts with your spinal chord

Before I got the drive, I possess and tox

And I'm trying to survive under a cyanide landslide

But that ain't nothing like a penny anymore

Cause I assault *************s who couldn't launch *************t with catapaults

So if you ever hear the name Gab One

Don't even sweat it, the worst hasn't even begun

[JuJu]

Word up, it's like that, Beatnus, Triflicts in the house, kid

19, and one, you know what I'm saying? Word