Ghetto like a pipe bomb outta Left 4 Dead, We step on the scene, leavin' bodies in the red Dump a clip and sprint, duck and dip some shit, I snuck up behind you, and got your helmet hit, Split, licked, while my boy Eric's pickin' all you off, Something's hurtin' yo chest, like a bad weed cough Yo it's a bullet, from a fuckin' sniper rifle, I play so high it's like I'm standing on the Eiffel, From us, you'll catch bullets like you catch a sickness, While you witness the quickness of the twisted mystics, We take the shots and you know we never missed it, Like he said, chill the fuck out and get yo ass lifted, Lifted.