[Chorus - Eazy Get Rite:]
(Bang Zoom) Them hammers go boom
Shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room.
Nigga all I hear is (chick pow)
So give it up now,
That’s the type of shit
That happens in my town.
Nigga all you do is (click clack),
Listen fuck that,
All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped.
All I know is (zoom bang),
Letting my nuts hang,
Out to get it,
Best believe I do my thing
(yo its Staten Nigga)
[Verse 1 – Hanz On:]
Hanz roll.
Buzz swoll.
Don’t be understanding
How these corny niggas bold.
Life told,
Screenplay graphic
When it unfold.
Running with them killas
Made his heart cold.
Lights strobe.
Cameras on him walking
Through the threshold.
Spanish bitches yelling
Dame beso’s.
Watch glowed,
Earlobes frozen
But we seek gold.
Mr. Barka.
Yup, yup, beast mode.
Meth labs, bishop in the city,
Get them grips grabbed,
Run up do him greasy,
You’ll be shot, stabbed,
Got it looking easy,
Have ‘em zipped, bagged,
To the morgue motherfucker.
Cash rules,
So we berry everything.
General smash fumes,
Dark Henny everything.
Peep the math,
Jewels yo we built for the struggle,
Hanz on, nuff said,
Bout his bread.
Boy trouble.
[Chorus - Eazy Get Rite:]
(Bang Zoom) Them hammers go boom
Shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room.
Nigga all I hear is (chick pow)
So give it up now,
That’s the type of shit
That happens in my town.
Nigga all you do is (click clack),
Listen fuck that,
All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped.
All I know is (zoom bang),
Letting my nuts hang,
Out to get it,
Best believe I do my thing
(yo its Staten Nigga)
[Verse 2 – Method Man:]
Meth man, yes Hanz,
Twenty years of love,
They been throwing up them dubs,
That’s respect, damn,
Money, sex, drugs,
You’ll get stretched, blam,
Tec nine up in the club,
That’s a tec jam,
Can’t wait to see him go,
Make ‘em hate to see me blow.
I’m a label CEO
Minus the yes man,
Rick Rubin with the spliff,
That could spit it Ludacris,
Minus the Def Jam.
Mean while, stick ya for ya cream
Red beam (chi-ca-bloow),
Another John Coffey on that Green Mile.
Get it how I’m living,
Got an ounce of Steve Rifkind,
That’s that green loud.
Yes sir, no child left behind,
Pump your brakes (scrrrrrrrr)
Snitching in the kitchen you’ll get baked served,
My life is like a movie,
All groovy I mean its all Gucci (burrrr)
[Chorus - Eazy Get Rite:]
(Bang Zoom) Them hammers go boom
Shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room.
Nigga all I hear is (chick pow)
So give it up now,
That’s the type of shit
That happens in my town.
Nigga all you do is (click clack),
Listen fuck that,
All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped.
All I know is (zoom bang),
Letting my nuts hang,
Out to get it,
Best believe I do my thing
(yo its Staten Nigga)
[Verse 3 – Streetlife:]
Streetlife, goon, platoon,
Locked reloaded, bang zoom.
Gee coated,
From the womb to the tomb.
I’m married to the game,
This my honeymoon.
Yes, I do,
Forever Wu,
Loyalty is royalty
Cream blue.
Code red, dangerous ground,
Street I’m heaven sent
But I’m hell bound.
Top five, hands down,
Staten popular son.
Peace lounge, crown fitted for the king,
I am, I suggest, you play the wing man.
Shine like a diamond,
Like bling blam.
God body watch a nigga go ham.
Lifestyle episodes of Gangland.
Thirty six shots from the chamber blam...
[Chorus - Eazy Get Rite:]
(Bang Zoom) Them hammers go boom
Shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room.
Nigga all I hear is (chick pow)
So give it up now,
That’s the type of shit
That happens in my town.
Nigga all you do is (click clack),
Listen fuck that,
All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped.
All I know is (zoom bang),
Letting my nuts hang,
Out to get it,
Best believe I do my thing
(yo its Staten Nigga)
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