Soundbombing 09 (Skeme, Cire and Dolla) [Verse 1: Cire] Hey, Mic check 1, 2, 1,2 Young C get on the mic and do what you gone do I'm a full time hustler, S O X Ceo I'm the living proof of what they doin in they videos Cars on dro though, bitches yeah I fuck them The goons on the shit my nigga you know I run them Guns we done pop it, chain gone click-clack Yeah I want it all I'm the neighbourhood dough boy Got it for the low that 200 for the zone boy Keep it on the Hush-Hush, yeah you know I'm on boy The rap game is easy the rap game awaiting my arrival But I got that old paper like I tore it out the Bible Rappin and hustlin that shit that I am into I pump your ass with lint like a machenic pencil Sorry to offend you, S O X we into Piss you niggas off get red dots like a hindu Stuntin is a habit, yeah stuntin is a habit My chain got more carrot (karat) than that bugs bunny rabbit King cash actually, my cash come fastually Pockets stay fat like that ass on Ashley Boy she don't see me though, see me in the video Who the Fuck is that, I make it ...with the pretty hoes Dolla what it fo, streets what it do bro Skeme right here thats my brother from another so It's S O X bitch and the G.A.N.G. mothafucka [Verse 2: Dolla] And I'm still black cart ballin ass Without the black card though Money in the dog house call it back yard dough Eating escargot and yes our cars go Zero to 60 in 3 6 there a star go Break a bitch hard and leave a scar like marlo We scared hell no, clips to the elbow Shoot a 100 shots before he even let a shell go Dolla bill bitch and I be rippin like velcro Wonder what you smell hoe? kush by the elbow Dump it by the pound I got a dope boy scale flow Hell no cock it, its been death before dishonor Since I was in pijamas on the eastside of Atlanta I be eating with the hammer, shit and sleepin with the hammer And If you see me in the streets you prolly see me with the hammer Prolly nail you with the hammer if you play about it Dolla married to the money give a fuck about Chasing Dolla after Dolla on my mission to a mili Smokin blunt after blunt yeah we always stuff the phili Look it's back to business, baggin bitches, blowing spinach Back to back in brand new benzes eyes hide behind tinit Cardias, pick a day I just play talent Other niggas off balance they can't stand up for the chanllenge Bitch I'm gone [Verse 3: Skeme] I Give em more than bullshit to speak on Fly shit you ain't on the kind shit he on Mine of acomprehend concept we on Stomped out flow in every beat I put feet on Bitch, play the shit cool like freeo Locksmith murder I just get my killer key on DJ fuck with it take my eyes leak on Puppy love me on each and every song I speak on Yeah, the flow from a different planet You rap gay nicki and son, no janice And I just mike jackson, no janet We don't even sell the cola son we can it Haters take a seat I know that you can't stand it Flow so grown every line so mannish Say I can't go commercial but I manage Killer instrumental no need for a band Fuck with the flow, but don't take advantage Man My high comin down like my spaceship landed Fuck It, I need a reup, beast a beat up Relax on the track and flow with both feet up Seem like rose take a beat and tell me eat up They say S O X you be us Put my last dolla on the line you can't beat us Hatin out in public on the low tryina be us Tinit while I'm in it my nigga you can't see us Steady tellin all these pussy niggas I should dee up Beat me juice second you lookin for the re up Had to holla at skemamore just to shoot the bree up, bitch!