Haywood

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] Ay yo, back shots make the puss gush, plus I push kush The fuck you niggas lookin' to jux, don't get mushed I done smacked a lot of men in they face at full speed Laid back with chinky eyes but I don't smoke weed Power pieces, purple pounds, I ain't switched my steez Punchin' pimps, pushin' packs, I still fucks with Ps Shine like reflectors on MBs from ten beams I could make a fiend have daydreams that's unseen Get cream, that's what I does cous', do dirt, duck the fuzz Dirty shit, deliver drugs like lesbians be licking rugs Constantly, configuring my plans economically Think I give a fuck about a bullshit economy? Gotta be next to blow if not it's an atrocity Niggas tryin' to front, I embrace the animosity I been through it, street fluent, flow fluent nigga Hittin' harder than heroin, moving like a whisper Stay chipper, strapped with winter but won't shiver 32's back, home alone raps I deliver Inner city slicker, ain't a nigga crisper Take me for a vic and I'm a be the fuckin' victor Thinking like a prisoner, mad flavor like a prisma A maniac militia, touch more paper than a printer Living life like I'm a winner, veteran not a beginner Now it's rock lobster tail accompanied by steak for dinner What's good?