Puttin' In Work

[Verse One: G-TEE] Now it's the crazy villain wit the rap style you're feelin' You know I'm illin', I'm gettin' lifted then I'm chillin' My rhymes are killin', smashin' fools who squealin' If you step up, you see your blood spillin' Your brain revealing, Your rhyme's not appealin' 4-1-3 all day to the ceilin' You know I'm willin', to teach the fools a lesson Keep 'em stressin', and send 'em to deep depression Suppression, is comin' your direction Coverin' every section, it's like an infection Perfection, is what my style is like For real your flow is shit and mine is tight [Verse Two: Mista Fox] My sytles sealed air tight it's not a fair fight You sayin' you could top me? Nigga yea right I'm in the zone pal, and yall speak in clone style Im murderin' tracks for stacks and leavin bone piles Of MC's I don't hesitate to desecrate I'm built for the limelight, so fuck a lesser fate See the great flavor? This here's underpaid labor Cuz these mainstream fans been a ton of straight haters I'm the king getting well, blinging and ripping L's Not baseball when I'm swinging and spitting shells I don't need to Box, hear us and you'll see stars Mista Fox and G-TEE, 4-1-3's ours; My nigga [Verse Three: G-TEE] It's G-TEE comin' at you wit sick flows You can't reach my level on your tip toes This dumb bitch knows he can't drop the G There's no stoppin' me, I'm at the top degree Ayyo I stack my chips, you a faggot bitch You at home grabbin' your dick while I'm grabbin' tits I'm in control like a dictator When it comes to rap, no one can spit greater The G got the dopest sound, focus clown You get choked and drowned I don't joke around Yo I don't care for you Fuckin' wit me is like sky divin' wit no parachute Put you to shame and sin, I came to win Like Kool G Rap said: Let the games begin Payin' dues, I'm on the streets makin' moves, shakin' crews You fuck wit me you'll be on the breakin' news