Dynamite!!!

[Produced by Fatin] [Intro] [Hook: HaLo] I know you know me, I know you know me Bring what you owe me, put it down, show me I know you know me, I know you know me Bring what you owe me, put it down, show me My suit in the cleaners Your ride smooth but my Cadillac's meaner, my Cadillac meaner They ask have you seen her, yea I seen her She's in my back seat, wetter than Katrina [Verse 1: GQ] Gotta get right, I'm talking whatever I please No more waiting, I'm impatient I'm just skating oversees See, I'm Columbus, I don't plan it it just happens She was lost but now she found, found her way to my mackin' Oh my bad, I'm too good, clean up good like a napkin I'm a pimp, so bitch keep your prints off my satin Fall into a trance, she don't understand How I find a way to make her mine, change like a plan Ok, can I get some dough? No way How bout you bring me some? Suck me like a bad habit, baby I can be your thumb She say my lean is gangster, I say I'm glad you noticed It's Black Dynamite, one chance, don't blow this My Cadillac is superb, I take 'em plain Give 'em game and turn 'em into superb For ten got me cool, no time for jive turkeys I'm on my own shit, pimpin' I'm on this [Hook] [Verse 2: HaLo] How you want it done, rising with the morning sun First got to pour me some crack juice No wack fruits, I’m on it son Give me space, room, fumes Young brother selling tunes That rhythm and poetry take over me Coca leaf, cracks in your armor, Knights smoking teeth Hope we reach a beach they ain’t discover yet Bitch really fetch, split really stretch Michael Vick, Philly pet Dynamite, rhyming right Ladies trying to find the type to settle down, but settle down First night amazing but I’m never round, cold shit Probably swinging the machete when I sever towns Left it red, Nixon almost found dead Nunchucking motherfucking head chicken clucking bad ass A lot of class, CIA get up out my way RIP Jimmy only everyday Hit them each and every way, pop pop pellet spray [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Remo] It go, Cream Corn, haters is real yellow Rollers in your hair, bitch all in your nails X menace, hard hittin' hard dickin' Epitome of pimpin' real ass nigga Soul brother number 1, not James Brown I stick and move percolated K lay round I got streets to save, I got lay to game down Nigga kill the fam, revenge that tastes now Full flesh takedown, pee pie break down If it's worth, we gonn follow the whip and stake out Shoulda found a rat to tell us the how when and where Hit him off dumbass, he probably take us right there Yeah, I know the streets too well and they respect me Way too much and niggas know not to test me Hell, you better off making a friend cuz you can't win I need to holla at Chicago when, ya dig