Homemade Hot Sauce

[Verse 1: Spit Gemz]
First nut I ever bust was in juvenile hall
Beating off to the Lil Kim poster on my wall
Hardcore, when she was still a cutie
Getting money to the skit of her getting fucked in the movies
Oh wee, I used to have a thing for her
Then she turned into that thing, I don't even know what to call her
And fuck Nicki Minaj, I miss Lauryn
Latifa and Lyte, the rest of you bitches is boring
Free Remy, you can quote me on all of that
And fuck your record label, I'm the one who ain't calling back
Everything you seen thus far I orchestrated
From a project bedroom with no paper
I'm the artist, the engineer and producer here
Shot, directed and edited by my pubic hairs
Aside from a few good men
And two strong women, ain't nobody help Gemz
But If Thirst say shoot 'em
I'mma put the bullets right 'through 'em
Before we get to discuss if I knew 'em
Lo-Life assassin, I'm doing my job
And I'm focused on my set like I used to do in the yard
I got a squad, Broken Home is the future
And little homie with the Canon is just dying to shoot ya

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
We could spit gems or gem stars, my pen scars
Shit, my name holds the type of weight that bends bars
We been stars, the masters is late, we keep it moving though
Push packs, pimping properly, possess the smoothest flow
Real niggas know what time it is, black, fuck the feedback
Already co-signing myself, I don't need that
I don't need nothing really, feel me, I'm self-efficient
Stand-up nigga, never got the belt for bitching
Y'all can have that, fuck it, I'm passed rap
We'll come through and blast that, homie, you asscrack
Who the fuck's running New York? How could you ask that?
I ain't really worried about much, just where the cash at
If my chain look stupid and my watch looks dumb
I think smart and stay sharp, so I'm holding my gun
All Queens everything, we up in this bitch
I'd go to hell before I ever turn snitch, that's Laurenovich

[Verse 3: Thirstin Howl III]
I'm all Brooklyn with the .44 crooked
Got more famous so I bought more bullets
Underground crown, bless my style
You don't gotta play my shit on the FM Dial
Homemade hot sauce, Spanish spicy
Rice & beans, platanos and ice cream
War vets since LeTigre short sets
Long dick chicks, just takin short breaths
Team mogul, delete the lead vocal
Street social, 60's soulful
L's in the air everywhere that I walk
Never gave a fuck, or cared what you thought
I write rhymes with a chisel and chainsaw
Every damn day try to steal from the same store
Spit Gemz, Meyhem Lauren
I could retire now and just depend on them
Smooth sale with a gangsta lean
Been a good year, gotta thank the team
Kerosene & gasoline, gotta keep the camera clean
Count the casualties far from the apple tree
There's no secret in the way I'm built
And I don't gotta lie to display my skill
Made my house outta mud when I was down in the dirt
Big Vic-Lo, Thirstin Howl the 3rd