Medina Green Giants

[DCQ]
Cross-eyed I see the haters
We split the cake up
Medina Green about they "oh wake up"
I'm in the hood and always laced up
You in the hood and always fucked up
It ain't my fault

The ladies stay checkin'
My team record settin'
Put away the wife and children
We bustin' through the ceiling
Illson in the building
And I'm ch-chilling

You dudes rockin' pink
Like you coming out the closet
P - you talkin' tough
Like you cause riots

Musta bumped your head with that bullshit threat
You said your best star killers'll shoot up my medina? (son)

Watch your language cause when I see ya I'ma see ya
I too
Freer my son need his friend freedom why our name in they mouth?
Cause we keep it funky fresh

In the motherfucking flesh

(chorus) 2x
We say what mean and we mean what say
Medina Green Giants and we walk this way
Set the jam on fire take it back to the K
Magnetic DCQ give us room plus space

[Magnetic aka Kash Ru]
Now when the drop down come down and the crowd's in place
This is a job now bringin' more than rhymes at this stage
I'm bringin' Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, The Bronx
Staten Island
Let's let 'em know where this mic game start
Before there was kings in this game most of us just want to get on
Going Gold to a nigga now ain't even enough
We want that back in on fractions or dollars and cents
I'm a mean mathematician so you gets no split
I don't hustle for no one that's some eighty-nine shit
I got the masters to all my joints safe in my crib
And got my own original ideas I write my own hits
Cause it's more than just a video and laughing over drinks
V.I.P. what's your name ma who you came with?
Nah that ain't me cause MCs play the cut like what
And asses'll give in when you spit game tough
We 'bout this mic thing and all that other shit could hold up
(come on)

(chorus) 2x
We say what mean and we mean what say
Medina Green Giants and we walk this way
Set the jam on fire take it back to the K
Magnetic DCQ give us room plus space

I'm in no eighty-eight cause jelly's talkin' on my celly
Posted on the block
I got'em jelly
With no gut
Shotgun my lady
We swervin in the German
With the top cut
I'm on the market
Ballin' out in Brooklyn styling in the air like Jordan
Just shyer
Come fly with me
Bank is money
Buttons on the Tommy is sick
Fashion Week it was a gift
Courtesy of Illson (Illson)
Ready to scoop me
Come set me up
Medina what up
New York, New York
Like old blue eyes, thick thighs
Fat funky my misses a cutie
Smoking ooky
Toking truly since puberty
Dissect opponents with deadly efficiency
Bat 'em up
Get 'em ready for the autopsy
Everything is everything

(chorus) 2x
We say what mean and we mean what say
Medina Green Giants and we walk this way
Set the jam on fire take it back to the K
Magnetic DCQ give us room plus space