Live from 810

Run it F*ck it I'm bringing the ruckus Word to Wu-Tang I do things y'all fuckers couldn't I run up and do spray the group fame is imminent coming No switching the subject We summon the dollas not talking that topic We kick you right outta discussion Yeah we coming step on phony's you kant tell me nothing Pull up leave yo heart sinking to your stomach I don't plummet just sit back and control these fucking puppets Never mislead but bleed true I'm different breed But I got average nigga habits I love Hennessy Damn you got some Hennessy yo pass that shit to me We can the finish the whole fifth and then arriving on the scene Man I'm mean got more hoes than motherfuckin' Charlie Sheen Ayo me and trench hop on it's way too melodic Ain't mobbin' harder than krew that whack talk stop it Not talking bout the shopping but we got hot topics I just rap hard bars and accumulate the profit Accumulate the profit I'm so high up on a rocket This that shit that'll make you wanna take your gun and fucking cock it Pull up on them motherfuckers don't leave it until they droppin' Yeah to intact I eat the beat up bring it right back Smoke big ass sacks an drink beers not a lean fiend Run up in the function air it clean leave the scene I feel like slim shady when I say obscene things Ashes on the seat of the Beamer I'm smoking nicotine Rhyming style vile ain't nobody out here sick as me We playing big boy ball y'all fuckers on the little league Weight up you bitches digi scale I'm a triple beam Pack up the sack hit the road we on go mode Big bro came back 50 thousand he on parole I give it all or nothing I kan never be soso I'm tryna ball out drip the mob go to Soho So hoe, I need 4 hoes hopping out the four door Rhymes picture perfect go ahead and take a photo Got you in the scope red dot target logo Beat you by myself on film wearing a go pro Man hold on Trench let's let em' know gang