That’s Right

[Intro: Saca (& mAnIk)]
Yeah, uh
It's Saca and mAnIk (yeah)
Okay (let's let 'em know man)
That's right, that's right

[Hook: Saca]
Step up on our turf, know you'll get pain, that's right
You lookin' to get hurt, that's your mistake, that's right
I'm fresh until the muhfuckin' grave, that's right
And we ain't messin' with no fuckin' lames, that's right

[Verse 1: mAnIk]
Don't play around here, don't fuck with chumps
I catch you in the wrong space I'ma fuck you up
I'ma nympho with the gun, gon' bust a nut
Time to bring the heat, cook you in a restaraunt
I'm the boss, V.I.P., K.I.N.G
I'm a storm, shit 'bout to get misty
Real quick, I'ma stop you living
Fear tactics, your pants you pissed 'em
I'ma bring that pain homie, yeah that's right
You want to play this fuckin' game, yeah that's right
But we ain't round here fuckin' playin', that's right
I'll put you six feet in the grave, that's right
I ain't one for feelings, turn you to a victim
My semi nevеr missing, I'm a fuckin' victor
You step up here, I makе you disappear
That's crystal clear, this pain's severe
That's right homie, I don't care how tough that you think you are
This 50 caliber eagle gonna tear your fuckin' limbs apart

[Hook: Saca]
Step up on our turf, know you'll get pain, that's right
You lookin' to get hurt, that's your mistake, that's right
I'm fresh until the muhfuckin' grave, that's right
And we ain't messin' with no fuckin' lames, that's right
That's right, that's right, that's right
That's right, that's right, that's right
Step up on our turf, know you'll get pain, that's right
You lookin' to get hurt, that's your mistake, that's right

[Verse 2: Saca]
Okay, step up on our turf, know you'll get pain, homie that's right
You gotta learn it's much more than a game, homie that's right
I'd be concerned you'd get put out of place, homie that's right
What do you earn, cuz I like makin' bank, that's right
It's gettin' dark in here just like a cave, grab a flashlight
Look at cash like I'm a Rabbi, no you and me don't mash right
Don't treat me like the bad guy, when it's your fault I don't act nice
Now every time I pass by, you duckin' like you ass high
I run the town like a sire, and my crown full of sapphires
Everybody frown when you around, cuz you can't catch fire
You can shoot but you'll hit back iron, my plan will never backfire
I'm like Natsu how I cast fire, and you cannot even aspire, I know

[Hook: Saca]
Step up on our turf, know you'll get pain, that's right
You lookin' to get hurt, that's your mistake, that's right
I'm fresh until the muhfuckin' grave, that's right
And we ain't messin' with no fuckin' lames, that's right
That's right, that's right, that's right
That's right, that's right, that's right
Step up on our turf, know you'll get pain, that's right
You lookin' to get hurt, that's your mistake, that's right