Drop, hit the floor, habitual, how we spit the rollDrop, that's the ritual, or just bow to this if it gets you allI heard money is the root of all evil*, I want a meal now, give me two for the seagullToo broke for my rent, I just smoke till I'm bentSpend cash so fast, never know where, whenHand it up to right here, put an end to this nightmareShine like a brand new white pear, night airI ain't a player, I just * aroundY'all can't touch the crown, had you ducking down* is underground, stop, say my nameMotherfuckers wanna play, let me lay my gameMr. Knight, the one who holds light, push FahrenheitGot chains with no ice, just silver low pricePop, hitting the floor, banging in the clubCan't take it no more, you get the chopI spit the roar, pack a barrel of your dangerous bombsAnd blow them on tall foesKnock, out the frame, take the whole board outLike a bull, I'm a bull, I'm a bullLike pieces on chess gamesOn all kings, crush pawnsAll kings bring stormsSwords swing, slash man scoreI'm in the alley with niggas ready to rallySteady with the chatty, plotting on a wallWith a fatty, real niggas up, hoes stay downRookie from the back, rolls up, expose the soundDrop, hit the floorHabitual, how we spit the rollDrop, that's the ritualOr just bow to this if it gets you offDrop, hit the floorHabitual, how we spit the rollDrop, that's a ritualOr just bow to this if it gets you offNow you in a gangsta leanAnxious to get the craneGoing dolo in the magazinePretty boy, slice your face up like you blinkWhat you think, your crew ran hotBut you pink, dropPut your face on the floor, your face is my faultFor you, it was like facing the LordAssume your position, stop, look and listenIf you curse the N-wordPay the doctor, I'm missingI don't work out until I dieI'm a body, cause that's a wrongI'm like Omar Gaddafi, and I'm SaddamWho's saying we ain't pure enoughRoll it up, tatter sauce, the Quran on our armsIn the law we trust, ain't got God in usGod got us in him, when the sun go downAnd there's gusty winds, there'll be no more shineLike a rusty link, must be there foreverKindustrianDrop, hit the floorHabitual, how we spit the rollDrop, that's the ritualOr just bow to this if it gets you offDrop, hit the floorHabitual, how we spit the rollDrop, that's the ritualOr just bow to this if it gets you offMy heavy downpour for sure will rinse the gameGot you praying for a kiss, then come, here's we cameIntense, we're taking hits, we split the painProhibit your *, if your script is plainStop reaching, preach from the altar on the weekendsLike a preacher, so pay attention when I'm speakingOn tracks, we set the course for all weaklingsMetaphorically, we set the course for all weaklingsMetaphorically, we set the course for all weaklingsWe speak it, you ain't *We rhyme like out of your eyesightYou're listening, we wind backTrying to define thatMy business is on some otherSee eye to eye, it ain't likely to happenPick up a mic and see what happensAnd yo, I came in the door, never said this beforePound here, pound there, progress to the floorHold my drink, just tune bangin'Let's tangoNod your head to a triple-X sampleSurvey says, Simon saysY'all know what time it isWords from a finalistThe last man standing* it, last fan standingThis ain't a world group, just a rap bandAnthem, club bangerWith a rough edge to itPlus grammarThat'll touch headsStupid, do the mathAdd this, subtract thatMultiply by nineTake a bite of the crimeCrunch, drop