One Call

[Verse One: Jaysaun] You better empty every bank account and bet it on Special Teamz Do that repeatedly don't forget it Cause the way you niggas spit gives me a headache, you're pathetic It bothers me even though I shouldn't let it I’m the nicest nigga up here You gotta give me credit, yeah I said it Put your gasoline drawers on cause Hell is where you’re headed These enemies hate on Jaysaun and Metadeit Got a pet four-fifth and hollow heads is what I fed it Before I feed it I will end your life, believe it You will end up quadriplegic, hardly breathing At the same time I’ll be bailing out your local precinct No matter what the season I’m released in I will show up at your house for no reason I wasn’t born to be a savage man, the childhood was average Now addicted to the carats and the cabbage Repeat after me, similar to a parrot You see me and Edo G, yup, we still Gotta Have It [Hook: Jaysuan] We ain’t scared of none y’all Cause we can get all y’all hit up with one call We birthed your style, in other words we sonned y’all You don’t run nothing here, nigga, we run y’all The S dot T dot, Special Teamz the initials And anything that differs from that is unofficial [Verse Two: Edo G] You faggots still cower at the ill hour Ain’t no such thing as a great talent without great will power You soft as flowers and you’re starting to wilt You rappers got a shelf life of a carton of milk Put the game on tilt, take it on the chest That’s how I was built Watch your mouth, that’s how you get killed Blood gets spilt And I’mma put it in their mind Wars are fought one bullet at a time Battles are won with one, put it in their rhyme I’m right up front, the front of the line Stood on the grind, wood on the line So the Berry could eat, who said Edo was sweet? Special Teamz, put your head to the cleat While the bitches nod their head to the beat Double-wood homie, dead, your released As the violence increase and in Boston I pray for peace As I stand over a man that lays deceased [Hook] [Verse Three: Slaine] Come on, turn me up I’m the wickedest jerk, quick to stick my dick in skirt Of a bitch with a perm, dope with an itch and sick with a germ My syphilis sperm hitting a spliff with a burn I was suicidal before but now my pistols are turned And the world is in trouble now, I really think so Cause I got a bunch of guns and I never learned to drink slow Plus I got an inkling that it’s time to let the ink flow I got an iron on me so my pants are never wrinkled I bang with the bangers, hang with the slangers Bring the cocaine to the game until I became famous Till I became Slaine, shit I coulda became nameless Instead I became hungry until I became shameless Slaine, Ed, and J, serenade the renegade from center state To renovate the inner state of a sinner’s mind From the pen and page, this is cooked yay, homie Crack, motherfucker, crack motherfucker Yeah, my momma better pray for me [Hook]