Who is Quez & 90?

[Intro: Quez2rr & Various Reporters]
Investigators are still searching for the suspects from last night's double shooting–
Everybody keep askin' "Who is Quez? Who is [?] Quez2rr?"
Who is-who is Mr. [?]? Who is it, is that his name?
Multiple homicides remain unsolved–
Who is Quez what's-his-name?
Two deadly shootings overnight–
Who is Quez? Fuck is you 2rr boys?
Shortly after the sound of gunshots–
Fuck does he look like? [?], nigga

[Verse 1: Quez2rr]
Yeah (Where you from?)
Ayy, that Southside
Pop out on a nigga, crack yo' top and leave yo' mouth wide
He steppin' wit' that new shit on his feet, pussy, that's my size
Tryna' wild out, these magic, hit his ass, make his ass fly high
(H-h-how you private?) I go big, bitch
Mask up wit' that [?] ready and walk down on 'em wit' that fat shit
Heard you been tryna' chill, Mr. [?], nigga ready to go smack shit
Dissin' on my brother name, I'ma send Lil' X to come and straight hat shit
I love pounds, Glocks, and pussy, boy
Get smacked doin' all that lookin', boy
Dawg outside, still on the block, still smokin' Quan, you could come and look for us
I love [?], but these big shit let off flames, it'll flip a MARTA bus
And that's it, me and big 90 ass out there, [?] nigga ain't have heart wit' us
There's still a feeling, Dr. Sebi, I ain't get geeked up, I be trillin'
I fuck wit' bros to go see 30, but I feel right throwin' up them bills
It's a sit down, partna' don't bring yo' friends in here, they hit they knees
[?], we bang for P's, yeah

[Verse 2: Enphamus]
Big 90, got his name off of skimpin'
I'm talm'bout best friend wit' the dishes
Shit, I'm makin' love to a mistress
Uh, trickin' on all of my bitches
Yeah, lotta' chains since the Eazy-E
She blockin' the buddies, ain't have nothin' to eat
I'm like a wave cap for the grease, I'm like a mouthpiece to the streets, uh
I ain't even tryna' be cock-eyed, know for a fact I done knocked more shit than Tyson
I done trucked more shit than the Bison
These niggas only gangsta' on devices
Dry-snitchin', man, you feedin' the mices
[?] I shoot when I roll wit' the dice
Two straps like I roll wit' a dyke
Big gone six years, had to send him a kite, uh
What'cha need, what'cha want? 'Cause I'm the plug like a charger
Eighty-five thousand on my fuckin' neck, on five, you reach, I'ma bust like the [?]
Got two of my dead niggas in this blunt
This bitch got pearls, just like the harbor
He say he a killa', but he was a battle rapper, nigga, didn't you go to school at Harvard?

[Outro: Enphamus]
What? Huh?
Ain't shit bigger than this
I'm tellin' you this shit, game show-ass nigga
This shit stand on business, nigga
Step on shit same night
Fuck is you talm'bout?
Bitch