Kill Madrazo

(Intro: Cujo, Jas The Producer & Jared Bayer)
Madrazo sucks, that nigga trash
Yuh, bing bing
20k on my pinky ring
Aye, Madrazo, turn the muthafuckin' bass up

(Chorus: Jas The Producer)
Okay like, left, right
Swing, swing
Jaw lockin', bing, bing
Hit 'em and his blood sprayin'
Choppa go sing, sing
Knocked out on the sidewalk
Rumble with ya whole team
Cruisin down the red rummin' block, choppin' ching, ching
Jeremiah?
We the young messiahs
And my wrist so cold you gon' have to make a campfire
Hold up
Wheres my lighter?
Smokin' tooka out the pipe, I'm lookin like I'm Quagmire, fire

(Verse 1: Jas The Producer)
Runnin' through downtown, wavin' up the Glock 9
27 blood hounds jumpin' up the fence, aie, yeah
You ain't ever safe if you up on the west side
Shootin' out the AT if you ain't with the set, die, god damn
Fake killers wanna bet, die
764, but we represent the 6-5
Feel like Jeremiah, but I didn't eat the cat alive
Feelin' like [?] but I didn't let the jet die, god damn

(Bridge: Jas The Producer)
Talkin' reckless out his neck because he got a shiny necklace, now he neckless, caught a body he ain't get the message
Always movin' through the streets, lil boy, we never restin'
All I did was pull the mac, I got a bitch confessin'
Why they always gotta worry 'bout the way I'm dressin'
I ain't seen my homie Jared since he got arrested
I didn't know you were a snitch, I guess I was just guessin'
Rollin' woods and smokin' pipes up after every session

(Chorus: Jas The Producer)
Okay like
Left, right
Swing, swing
Jaw lockin'
Bing, bing
Hit 'em and his blood sprayin'
Choppa go sing, sing
Knocked out on the sidewalk
Rumble with ya whole team
Cruisin down the red rummin' block, choppin' ching, ching
Jeremiah?
We the young messiahs
And my wrist so cold you gon' have to make a campfire
Hold up
Wheres my lighter?
Smokin' tooka out the pipe, I'm lookin like I'm Quagmire, fire

(Verse 2: Tracy Vision)
V05 bags, green as kiwi lime
Glowing ashes myself Celine Dion
Jeepers creepers and the creature's gone
While my weed stay strong
Through these steamy bongs
Fuck these white hoods nigga we don't get along
Chewed my name up now they wanna bite my songs
But I'm a jawbreaker at the sound of the gong
I'm like MJ in the playoffs, you stand in bronze
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
Turn crust to crumbs
Death, destruction
Earth in my palm, pussy in the other
But I ain't gonna tell you who's nature's mother

(Bridge: Tracy Vision)
My niggas don't play
Snap your neck like Wu-Tang
Have em panicking like a hobo looking for loose change
I put my soul to the track call me Usain
Been spitting butane since Kanye and new slaves

(Outro: Jas The Producer)
Runnin' through downtown, wavin' up the Glock 9
27 blood hounds jumpin' up the fence, aie, yeah
You ain't ever safe if you up on the west side
Shootin' out the AT if you ain't with the set, die, god damn
Fake killers wanna bet, die
784, but we servin' for the 6-5
Feel like Jeremiah, but I didn't eat the cat alive
Feelin' like [?] but I didn't let the jet die, god damn