Symphony

[Verse 1: Method Man] I’m that OG, some of y’all know me I used to cop greens from 4G, nickels, dimes and oz’s I’m like Thor’s brother, so low key I might swing a hammer, provoke me, put a shooter where Ko - be Tell ya like somebody done told me Never trust nobody who owe me and any wife is a trophy If Meth the mortician, you know that shovel is on me To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely (Verse 2 - Kash Verrazano) I’m all about the Benjy’s But that bring jealousy and envy Don’t trust niggas, they smile it seems friendly I’ll be damned if i pass up It’s for bricks when I mask up and run down On em to get my cash up Cash Verrazano J Reeds is getting lined up Sam Rothstein when I lean slump with the 9 tucked Come and take a trip to the dark side Fuck around with pigs, they gonna find your body hog-tied No guys saying they neutral but playing both sides Homicide housing young cartel with dope tides Your boy ain’t playing a little Have em engraving a tombstone with your name in the middle (Verse 3 - Carlton Fisk) Fugitive on the run, felony warrants The police, kicking doors, question all the informants Carlo, feeling like the war’s on and I’m running through Hell Blunt in my mouth, gasoline draws on Vocals, got a laser beam, no other option for you Die or embrace the team, offers that you can’t refuse Handz On music, motherfucker, yeah say it with me Now get your smart phone hater and take a picture with me Consigliere, no phones, Jimmy whisper to me Ride ’til I win the war, Cops put a clip in me Carlo’s, got killers on the payroll, Killers on the lay-low Killers that will kill when I say so (Verse 4 – Hanz On) There’s a war going on outside, nobodies safe from I gotta get this money now, we gon’ take some A politicing with these clowns, bout to shake something I’m gonna hit em with the pounds, that’ll break something Y’all better run and get your boots time tight black Y’all fornicating with this money, get your life rap Straight music, motherfucker cause it’s like that I come and hit em in the dark, call it nightcap And I be fucking with the starks, he my ace boon Don’t let us catch you in these parts or we gon' bake rooms And yo them cats you running with, yo they some fake goons I’m bout to sweep em in the finals, gonna shake brooms The situations getting chunky, tension mad thick Like you could cut it with a knife, cloak and dag’ shit Hanz baby, PLO on some Arab shit My killahs coming with them cannons, bout to blast shit [Verse 5: Streetlife] Streetlife chip off the old block, the hard rock Apply pressure to your neck ’til your heart stops Got ‘em all lean like codeine, microphone fiend I’m an addict, I’m addicted to rap cream New day is dawning but I’m stuck in my old ways Gave you fair warning, I’m reloading, okay? I ain’t gotta say it’s on, pop up at your front door Early morning, guns drawn, like ding dong (Verse 6 – Killa Sin) Cash, I get it up, my niggas, I can’t get enough Won’t stop rocking ’til I’m sitting up on Diddy bucks A semi tuckin, witty fucker, picture getting city stuck This city buck is sick of flipper, motherfuckin’ city bus Big whip, coasting, throat stroking, slow motion Slow groove, so smooth, old school, Billy Ocean Caribbean Queen, mean body, Dereon jeans Cherry bomb, the way she blow me, she like [?] dreams Enough with the petty con schemes, I need Enron cream Short minute before I end up with that Benz on lean