Assassination of Add-2

[Verse 1: Add-2] Yea, yea We're saying step back For the money want my respect back Check that, my heart is forced with a connect black My mind is shining kinda like gold from Ghana I'm meaner, demeanor persona heated like it's a sauna Whether swimming with sharks or I'm in a pond of piranha Me and my fans is killing like Mortal Kombat Kitana Hold up, hold up, like down windows how I roll up It's fittin, not knittin the way a nigga just got it sewn up Uh, Hitman for hire I'm the one that you conspire with Fire shit, my name stay in the web I'm on that spider shit Other cats ain't coming close fuck it I leave them comatose I kill the hype like a overdose I got that crack rock to them haters they better act white They ass faker than Nicki Minaj backside HA HA HA, these pussy niggas they need a set Working with bitches so you think you a vet Nigga please Never listening to weak rhymes I'd rather watch Soul Plane, or Snakes on a Plane At best back to back three times I lead lines that niggas never exceed mine They sleeping pieceless giving two up like a peace sign I'm runnin reckless on records get in the way and you hurt I take a beat and make it jam like when a weapon don't work Until I lay in the dirt or cops come arrest us I'll be beating the beat up like Mo'Nique was beating up Precious Heavyweight, giving them hell as long as Heaven wait "You better than me" is on a list of things I'll never say Plotting my getaway 'til the day that I'm lead away Hit with a stray, pulled over for my whip with green letter plates I've been to hell and back where there was a hell of crack I ball safe so then I told em that I'll sell it back Sorry Your Honor you can kill me before I give up Sincerely, the one and only Certified Track Killa