Double eXXecution (feat. Torae & Ruste Juxx)

Yeah, real murder and shit Double execution What the fuck y'all niggas wanna do? If you ain't never been to a funeral, you just passed the welcome mat Wish you would of met Pac, I can help with that This retarded, chinstrap, real helmet rap Everybody got bodies, never held a gat How you melt the wax, you call me Then bring in Juxxman in the track by M.P. This ain't brokeback nigga, this is so crack Can I get a soul clap? (Bum! Bum!) Ole! Pop goes my blowzac, blowing, your show's whack Niggas at the front door demanding they dough back Fuck is this perpetrator, I'm poking his ribs up Got my little homies with me, yolkin' his kids up It's a fact I put my hood on the map You a bitch boy, never put the hood in your rap I'mma blast the eight, hockey mash the face Then I take it to Supreme Court and smash the case It goes skets, burners, hammers, ratchets Beats, rhymes, hip hop classics Lava, venom, only one solution To bring forth the double execution Yo, Vic Vicious, I murder mics maliciously Big booty, delicious bitches, pussy in stitches I be gun-drummin' 'em, gunnin' your body down But they don't want to a barrel so we muffle the shotty sound Meat loaf your grill, Swiss cheese your back No lettuce and tomatoes, I turn 'em to Big Macs With a young veteran, Polo the beat master Ruste Juxx be that Brooklyn beat-basher Heat-flasher, I'm cockin' the chrome I lied, you walk farther, red dot to your dome Ratchet by the radiator, make you hot in your home Had your eye on the wrong nigga, you was watchin' the throne We was in the borough of Brooklyn, just rockin' the flow Choppin' it slow for those that just want to cop it and go Brand new shaft to your dome, only resolution Double hommies, double the bodies, and double execution Ruste Juxx, who the fuck go harder? Respect your elders, I might be your father Light years behind me biting the dust I'm at the finish line rollin' up, lightin' the Dutch Lifeline, writin' my clutch, hangin' in the balance Get smart you get smacked, intellectual valance Learn the lesson to get a lecture in talons The Brooklyn bullshit, Crown Heights to Allen These niggas be wylin', poppin' off the lip Till I hang 'em upside down, drop 'em off a cliff Sweet box knock you out, the win Wake your ass up and knock you back out again Then black out again, bring the gats out again Chop your body up and stuff you in the black ottoman Bark louder than this thing that you bite So by morning your mom's mourning, but now it's goodnight That motherfucker thought it was a game? Ruste Juxx nigga Torae, MP