James Harden (feat. Slayter)

I'm noticing that the street has now become a trend
These rappers have never cooked baking soda
They don't know what it's like to have a couple of brothers turn on you
For everything I sing, the case may get messed up

Better not compare, let mine shoot
If I shoot, I don't miss, James Harden
In a McLaren, the cops might stop us
They want mine to testify (yeah)

Better not compare, let mine shoot
If I shoot, I don't miss, James Harden
In a McLaren, the cops might stop us
They want mine to testify

Inside a squat we're setting up that garden
Washing that money through the concerts
The street has taught me that I have to stay awake
I see mothers crying because their son is already dead

I used to break into all the apartments with a crowbar
Then they investigated me, it was the Mossos D'escuadra
There's a snitch here, because something doesn't add up
And when I catch that snitch, I might open fire

I-I feel like Al Capone with the AK-47
These guys shoot at me, but then they don't dare
I committed my first crime at 11
They're making noise, they owe me money

Pussy ass niggas
We sell drugs in a pack, nigga (in a pack, nigga)
They want to shoot me dead like Biggie and 2Pac, nigga
We know where the opp lives, nigga (Mvrda Gvng)
And if you kill one of my brothers, we'll kill you like Pac, nigga

We'll kill you like Biggie
I'll send a shot, turn you into a spirit (brr)
Outside my show, she wants me to sign her titties
Your boyfriend is an idiot, he doesn't kill, that's a joke (an idiot)
All the enemies we roll them up like in a Phillie

They killed my brother, we avenged him instantly (instantly)
We go out to hunt him, without masks and gloves (yeah)
With the chain out so you can see the diamonds (yeah)
Things have changed, they're not like they used to be (grrah)

If I shoot, I don't miss like Harden
I put your car on alert, we locate your apartment
The kids are hungry, the devils want blood
Flyest shooters ever, I hunt in Gallery Dept

Yeah, pussy ass nigga (yeah)
I'm smoking the dead, turn you into a pack, nigga (in a pack, nigga)
You know I'm always strapped, nigga (brr)
The saints protect me and the devils got my back, nigga

Better not compare, let mine shoot
If I shoot, I don't miss, James Harden
In a McLaren, the cops might stop us
They want mine to testify (yeah)

Better not compare, let mine shoot
If I shoot, I don't miss, James Harden
The smoke from the McLaren, the cops might stop us
They want mine to testify

(Brr; Mvrda Gvng)
Mvrda Gvng, bitch (tell me, rebel)
Tell me, Cyril, damn it, The Devils
Tell me, Jaime and Yavi, you know (brr)
The killer singers, the terrorists (tell me, Slayter)
The European 50 Cent, nigga
If I don't see it, I don't believe it, nigga
The Devils of Spain, got it? (The Devils of Spain)
The Devils of the Metro (The Devils of the Metro)