Assassination of Add-2

[Verse 1: Add-2]
Yea, yea
We're saying step back
For the money want my respect back
Check that, my heart is forced with a connect black
My mind is shining kinda like gold from Ghana
I'm meaner, demeanor persona heated like it's a sauna
Whether swimming with sharks or I'm in a pond of piranha
Me and my fans is killing like Mortal Kombat Kitana
Hold up, hold up, like down windows how I roll up
It's fittin, not knittin the way a nigga just got it sewn up
Uh, Hitman for hire I'm the one that you conspire with
Fire shit, my name stay in the web I'm on that spider shit
Other cats ain't coming close fuck it I leave them comatose
I kill the hype like a overdose
I got that crack rock to them haters they better act white
They ass faker than Nicki Minaj backside
HA HA HA, these pussy niggas they need a set
Working with bitches so you think you a vet
Nigga please

Never listening to weak rhymes
I'd rather watch Soul Plane, or Snakes on a Plane
At best back to back three times
I lead lines that niggas never exceed mine
They sleeping pieceless giving two up like a peace sign
I'm runnin reckless on records get in the way and you hurt
I take a beat and make it jam like when a weapon don't work
Until I lay in the dirt or cops come arrest us
I'll be beating the beat up like Mo'Nique was beating up Precious
Heavyweight, giving them hell as long as Heaven wait
"You better than me" is on a list of things I'll never say
Plotting my getaway 'til the day that I'm lead away
Hit with a stray, pulled over for my whip with green letter plates
I've been to hell and back where there was a hell of crack
I ball safe so then I told em that I'll sell it back
Sorry Your Honor you can kill me before I give up
Sincerely, the one and only Certified Track Killa