Homemade Hot Sauce

[Verse 1: Spit Gemz] First nut I ever bust was in juvenile hall Beating off to the Lil Kim poster on my wall Hardcore, when she was still a cutie Getting money to the skit of her getting fucked in the movies Oh wee, I used to have a thing for her Then she turned into that thing, I don't even know what to call her And fuck Nicki Minaj, I miss Lauryn Latifa and Lyte, the rest of you bitches is boring Free Remy, you can quote me on all of that And fuck your record label, I'm the one who ain't calling back Everything you seen thus far I orchestrated From a project bedroom with no paper I'm the artist, the engineer and producer here Shot, directed and edited by my pubic hairs Aside from a few good men And two strong women, ain't nobody help Gemz But If Thirst say shoot 'em I'mma put the bullets right 'through 'em Before we get to discuss if I knew 'em Lo-Life assassin, I'm doing my job And I'm focused on my set like I used to do in the yard I got a squad, Broken Home is the future And little homie with the Canon is just dying to shoot ya [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] We could spit gems or gem stars, my pen scars Shit, my name holds the type of weight that bends bars We been stars, the masters is late, we keep it moving though Push packs, pimping properly, possess the smoothest flow Real niggas know what time it is, black, fuck the feedback Already co-signing myself, I don't need that I don't need nothing really, feel me, I'm self-efficient Stand-up nigga, never got the belt for bitching Y'all can have that, fuck it, I'm passed rap We'll come through and blast that, homie, you asscrack Who the fuck's running New York? How could you ask that? I ain't really worried about much, just where the cash at If my chain look stupid and my watch looks dumb I think smart and stay sharp, so I'm holding my gun All Queens everything, we up in this bitch I'd go to hell before I ever turn snitch, that's Laurenovich [Verse 3: Thirstin Howl III] I'm all Brooklyn with the .44 crooked Got more famous so I bought more bullets Underground crown, bless my style You don't gotta play my shit on the FM Dial Homemade hot sauce, Spanish spicy Rice & beans, platanos and ice cream War vets since LeTigre short sets Long dick chicks, just takin short breaths Team mogul, delete the lead vocal Street social, 60's soulful L's in the air everywhere that I walk Never gave a fuck, or cared what you thought I write rhymes with a chisel and chainsaw Every damn day try to steal from the same store Spit Gemz, Meyhem Lauren I could retire now and just depend on them Smooth sale with a gangsta lean Been a good year, gotta thank the team Kerosene & gasoline, gotta keep the camera clean Count the casualties far from the apple tree There's no secret in the way I'm built And I don't gotta lie to display my skill Made my house outta mud when I was down in the dirt Big Vic-Lo, Thirstin Howl the 3rd