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If you ain’t heard shit about us

You better learn shit about us

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When the women and gentlemen get to trembling the minute The villain is feelin'

adrenaline that’s when I kill em like

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If you don’t know 'bout the Shoes

You better go check the views

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Murderous verses makin' you niggas nervous on purpose

You niggas gettin' served like a purpose

You never heard, of my herd, oh word?

Neither will you hear a word from my herd when we lurkin'

To be filthy, I’mma do dirt, that’s for certain

And won’t find a job; no 9-to-5 workin'

Just had it to hurt for the purse, put the work in

Keep my hands clean like an emergency surgeon

Yeah, yeah, one of a kind truly

Givin' sight to the eyes of those who blind to me

If a nigga not feelin' my rhymes, that’s fine to me

I’ve had veterans see me and recite my lines to me

So I don’t give a fuck if one person on a post hatin'

I don’t give a fuck if everybody with a pulse hatin'

I’mma keep spittin' just as long as my heart is pulsatin'

And give it to everybody — my version of donatin'

The flow’s blazin', even hot enough to roast Satan

And the beat? I’mma fo' sho' rape it 'til my throat’s achin'

Until I get an ovation from the whole nation

Until the day the globe stays and it stop rotatin'

Really I’m confused and a bit amused

That you niggas never mention Shoes in your interviews

I’m startin' to think that it’s because we the sickest crew

And you niggas don’t want the world to be introduced to this flu

When we see you, you ass’d out like you in the nude

Niggas need to purchase a board game — get a clue

It’s really true, I’m killin' niggas when in the booth

Inside of a pit, I’ll put a fool who’s pitiful

When will they learn, no other crew’s like ours

Read comments, our fans are diehard

Search «Horseshoe Gang», we mastered the rhyme art

On HipHopDX, we made a nice mark

2DopeBoyz, Pandora, iHeart

Check Spotify or Amazon, we quite hard

Go to iTunes or Worldstar for tight bars

Check DatPiff, the mixtapes are 5-star

Women and gentlemen get to tremblin' the minute

The villain is in this bitch it’s K-E-double-N

Y-Ay-Ay, fuck with him

Why-Ay-Ay, fuck it then

Niggas be like, «Who's that? I heard screams»

You be on News Channel 13

The minute I get the killin' feelin' consider it the

Equivalent of the minute Bruce Banner turn green

Never have you had a worse dream

I’m a nightmare, I know you quite scared

You might not see a nigga, might not hear a nigga

But you feel a nigga cuz I’m right there, I’m like air

Like yeah, leavin' all y’all scarred

All I really wanna do is cause y’all harm

Got a Sawed-Off firearm, I call it my Sawed-Off Arm

Leave a nigga with a sawed-off arm

You really pretendin' to be tough to get all y’all hard

Cuz you hired an armed guard but I find ya

Catch every one of your security guards and off 'em

That’s how I caught y’all off guard

Every nigga in the Circle of Bosses

Is certainly heartless, we a circle of marksmen

If you fuck with us, then you finna pay a big price

Better hope you got enough money to purchase a coffin

Murder, murder, murder, I’mma murder em all

With the larkin', be cautious or get murdered regardless

9 millimeter finna peel a motherfucker’s top off

Turn em into a convertible carcass

Nah, we ain’t fuckin' with you industry suckas

We don’t need none of your beats whenever we gutta

Once you see me and my niggas, we give you the same feelin'

When you seen S-N-double-O-P on Deep Cover

This Long Beach fucker, squeezin' on my chrome piece

Know what I mean when I say I’m a piece-lover

Reach under my white tee

I got more lethal weapons under my belt than D. Glover

Y’all know that:

Women and gentlemen get to tremblin'

The minute the villain is feelin' adrenaline and if you a

Polygamist, then every one of your women finna be tremblin'

Since this millennium beginnin' we been killin' niggas

With the pen and we been killin' niggas when we get on Instrumentals we

defendin' the SSUTT-SSUTT religion

Now witness my enemies get pissed

You niggas is bitch-es, then put on my hit list

I’m killin' your mis-tress, and them illegitimate children

Killin' every individual that lives in the buildin'

When I enter the door man, I’m killin' the doorman

Nothin' but a maleficent belligerent villain

We took a page from the booklet of KXNG CROOKED

Givin' the industry a lot of free music, look where we took it

This industry is like a disobedient bitch

But me and my team keep puttin':

Foot in her ass, until she yells «Uncle»

It’s kinda like I’m a nigga that’s givin' my niece whoopin’s

Killin' this beat, my 9-to-5 is homicide

Hire a private eye, give a fuck if

Police lookin', y’all overlook us still

Us ghetto boys come up short, nigga Bushwick Bill

Labels should check for us, we shouldn’t look for deals

Put money on the Shoes, nigga foot the bill

Talk shit 'til we sell platinum

We reckless, no seat-belts fastened

I wouldn’t give two F’s if I was tryin' to spell «traffic»

You faggot rappers finna get held captive

If you consider your wife your better half, she better have:

The ransom or — I’mma split your head in half

Then mail her whichever half is the better half

It ain’t funny, but I bet I laugh

We Slaughterhouse dyin' of starvation;

N.W.A the reincarnation

But I’m guessin' these record labels are deaf

Or these record labels are gayer than anal sex

Cause they have yet to pay respect to the way that we flex

But maybe it’s because we rated X and we talk about wavin' Tecs

They ain’t checkin' for the best niggas that haven’t made it yet

We filet your flesh like a bayonet, rhymes is bar raisin'

I been in this industry literally twenty percent of a century

So you instantly need to be listin' me

As the fifth emcee on the list of the sickest in history

Mention me with Eminem and that nigga that invented me: Crooked,

look at what Pac and Jigga did to me

Remember me for killin' enemies lyrically

Without a pen in reach, but they probably won’t give shit to me

Because I ain’t never went platinum but that don’t mean

Shit to me … Kenny can make songs

Equal to Drake songs, even a Jay song

That nigga Julius flow deeper than J. Cole

Dice is way closer to 50 than Dre knows

But the radio keep playin' the same songs

Either it’s Trey Songz or a Juicy J song

If the radio don’t put some Shoes on, they finna get moved on

Open and shut case, that’s a brief case closed

Guilty on all counts

Of being the hardest artists out, that’s all that counts

By all accounts, mention us with Slaughterhouse

And TDE, BET is who I’m callin out

We more nicer than them rappers on award cyphers

Spendin' more time with these bars than 4-lifers

Board a prison ward and get your shit in order

Before you niggas begin to get in a war with the four snipers

I’m now trippin', pushin' beef like cow tippin'

I’ll flip it, a hundred round grippin'

I’m switchin' to OneShot deal, it’s still a hundred thou given

But it’s for whoever wanna battle the motherfuckin' ruggedest Southern Cal

villains, come in your town illin'

Huntin' down the underground king and leave him with his Motherfuckin' crown

missin', I come down shittin'

Until we on top, no fucks found given