[Hook: Demetrius]Ay, ay, ay; Ay, ay, ayAy, ay, ay; Ay, ay, ayIf you ain't heard shit about usYou better learn shit about usAy, ay, ay; Ay, ay, ayWhen the women and gentlemen get to trembling the minute The villain is feelin' adrenaline that's when I kill em likeAy, ay, ay; Ay, ay, ayIf you don't know 'bout the ShoesYou better go check the viewsAy, ay, ay; Ay, ay, ay[Verse 1: Kenny]Murderous verses makin' you niggas nervous on purposeYou niggas gettin' served like a purposeYou never heard, of my herd, oh word?Neither will you hear a word from my herd when we lurkin'To be filthy, I'mma do dirt, that's for certainAnd won't find a job; no 9-to-5 workin'Just had it to hurt for the purse, put the work inKeep my hands clean like an emergency surgeonYeah, yeah, one of a kind trulyGivin' sight to the eyes of those who blind to meIf a nigga not feelin' my rhymes, that's fine to meI've had veterans see me and recite my lines to meSo I don't give a fuck if one person on a post hatin'I don't give a fuck if everybody with a pulse hatin'I'mma keep spittin' just as long as my heart is pulsatin'And give it to everybody - my version of donatin'The flow's blazin', even hot enough to roast SatanAnd the beat? I'mma fo' sho' rape it 'til my throat's achin'Until I get an ovation from the whole nationUntil the day the globe stays and it stop rotatin'Really I'm confused and a bit amusedThat you niggas never mention Shoes in your interviewsI'm startin' to think that it's because we the sickest crewAnd you niggas don't want the world to be introduced to this fluWhen we see you, you ass'd out like you in the nudeNiggas need to purchase a board game - get a clueIt's really true, I'm killin' niggas when in the boothInside of a pit, I'll put a fool who's pitifulWhen will they learn, no other crew's like oursRead comments, our fans are diehardSearch "Horseshoe Gang", we mastered the rhyme artOn HipHopDX, we made a nice mark2DopeBoyz, Pandora, iHeartCheck Spotify or Amazon, we quite hardGo to iTunes or Worldstar for tight barsCheck DatPiff, the mixtapes are 5-star[Bridge: Kenny]Women and gentlemen get to tremblin' the minuteThe villain is in this bitch it's K-E-double-NY-Ay-Ay, fuck with himWhy-Ay-Ay, fuck it then[Hook][Verse 2: Dice]Niggas be like, "Who's that? I heard screams"You be on News Channel 13The minute I get the killin' feelin' consider it theEquivalent of the minute Bruce Banner turn greenNever have you had a worse dreamI'm a nightmare, I know you quite scaredYou might not see a nigga, might not hear a niggaBut you feel a nigga cuz I'm right there, I'm like airLike yeah, leavin' all y'all scarredAll I really wanna do is cause y'all harmGot a Sawed-Off firearm, I call it my Sawed-Off ArmLeave a nigga with a sawed-off armYou really pretendin' to be tough to get all y'all hardCuz you hired an armed guard but I find yaCatch every one of your security guards and off 'emThat's how I caught y'all off guardEvery nigga in the Circle of BossesIs certainly heartless, we a circle of marksmenIf you fuck with us, then you finna pay a big priceBetter hope you got enough money to purchase a coffinMurder, murder, murder, I'mma murder em allWith the larkin', be cautious or get murdered regardless9 millimeter finna peel a motherfucker's top offTurn em into a convertible carcassNah, we ain't fuckin' with you industry suckasWe don't need none of your beats whenever we guttaOnce you see me and my niggas, we give you the same feelin'When you seen S-N-double-O-P on Deep CoverThis Long Beach fucker, squeezin' on my chrome pieceKnow what I mean when I say I'm a piece-loverReach under my white teeI got more lethal weapons under my belt than D. Glover[Hook][Verse 3: Julius]Y'all know that:Women and gentlemen get to tremblin'The minute the villain is feelin' adrenaline and if you aPolygamist, then every one of your women finna be tremblin'Since this millennium beginnin' we been killin' niggasWith the pen and we been killin' niggas when we get on Instrumentals we defendin' the SSUTT-SSUTT religionNow witness my enemies get pissedYou niggas is bitch-es, then put on my hit listI'm killin' your mis-tress, and them illegitimate childrenKillin' every individual that lives in the buildin'When I enter the door man, I'm killin' the doormanNothin' but a maleficent belligerent villainWe took a page from the booklet of KXNG CROOKEDGivin' the industry a lot of free music, look where we took itThis industry is like a disobedient bitchBut me and my team keep puttin':Foot in her ass, until she yells "Uncle"It's kinda like I'm a nigga that's givin' my niece whoopin'sKillin' this beat, my 9-to-5 is homicideHire a private eye, give a fuck ifPolice lookin', y'all overlook us stillUs ghetto boys come up short, nigga Bushwick BillLabels should check for us, we shouldn't look for dealsPut money on the Shoes, nigga foot the billTalk shit 'til we sell platinumWe reckless, no seat-belts fastenedI wouldn't give two F's if I was tryin' to spell "traffic"You faggot rappers finna get held captiveIf you consider your wife your better half, she better have:The ransom or - I'mma split your head in halfThen mail her whichever half is the better halfIt ain't funny, but I bet I laugh[Hook][Verse 4: Demetrius]We Slaughterhouse dyin' of starvation;N.W.A the reincarnationBut I'm guessin' these record labels are deafOr these record labels are gayer than anal sexCause they have yet to pay respect to the way that we flexBut maybe it's because we rated X and we talk about wavin' TecsThey ain't checkin' for the best niggas that haven't made it yetWe filet your flesh like a bayonet, rhymes is bar raisin'I been in this industry literally twenty percent of a centurySo you instantly need to be listin' meAs the fifth emcee on the list of the sickest in historyMention me with Eminem and that nigga that invented me: Crooked, look at what Pac and Jigga did to meRemember me for killin' enemies lyricallyWithout a pen in reach, but they probably won't give shit to meBecause I ain't never went platinum but that don't meanShit to me ... Kenny can make songsEqual to Drake songs, even a Jay songThat nigga Julius flow deeper than J. ColeDice is way closer to 50 than Dre knowsBut the radio keep playin' the same songsEither it's Trey Songz or a Juicy J songIf the radio don't put some Shoes on, they finna get moved onOpen and shut case, that's a brief case closedGuilty on all countsOf being the hardest artists out, that's all that countsBy all accounts, mention us with SlaughterhouseAnd TDE, BET is who I'm callin outWe more nicer than them rappers on award cyphersSpendin' more time with these bars than 4-lifersBoard a prison ward and get your shit in orderBefore you niggas begin to get in a war with the four snipersI'm now trippin', pushin' beef like cow tippin'I'll flip it, a hundred round grippin'I'm switchin' to OneShot deal, it's still a hundred thou givenBut it's for whoever wanna battle the motherfuckin' ruggedest Southern Cal villains, come in your town illin'Huntin' down the underground king and leave him with his Motherfuckin' crown missin', I come down shittin'Until we on top, no fucks found given[Hook]
