Misty Fog

[Intro: Sample & Tha God Fahim]
I don't know nothin' about that, all I know is that somebody is gonna get their ass whooped over this thing

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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Ayo, I'm standin' in this misty fog with venomous frogs and
Frauds and I was taught the science from God
In the ides of war, bloodsuckers of the poor
Is watchin' the Five Percent
My bullets blastin' through your five-percent tint
Nigga must've had me bent, I pistol whipped that nigga face
That nigga head got split
Man, it's all about the cashflow; weed in the stash, though
I might just start killin' cops for treatin' me bad, yo
I used to play at playgrounds, now I don't play around
I spray rounds
I got shooters from out of town and downtown
Hit you from a couple hundred yards
These niggas'll pull your card for thinkin' you supercharged

[Verse 2: Kungg Fuu]
I got my mind on ancient killin'
Peepin' through heaven's door
You could get the bang for your buck, like a four for four
The four-four I keep close just for my enemies
One false move, I'll make this pussy a memory
Bustin' down Dutches and Swishers, throwed off liquor
Pull up on your block, dump off my pistol, I'll leave you missin'
Like a bank teller, I'm countin' this cash quicker
Than the average man, no jam when I fire
I'll expire your whole existence with my pliers
Flatten your bitch ass like a tire, yo
Have you stand still when the steel rip shields
Still kill wack rappers, yo, for real, yo
I'm a motherfuckin' sharpshooter, harpoon you
You a cartoon, lettin' these crackers coon you
I stretch the work out like Bowflex
Pull up in the wrong hood? You can get shot for your Rolex, yo
I'll punch a nigga off his Skywalker, I'll Hawk ya
Beam on you like a flying saucer
Plottin' on different ways to get this cash money, kid
So I don't resort kickin' in your fuckin' mama crib
Your folks don't really understand how a brotha live
We try to live righteous, but the devil's on our tail