Nobody Beat Us

Prezzy and Roy, yeah, we back

I keep a kit while I'm beatin' up the cat

Hit the hoe hard from the back, that ass is fat

Feel like Shawn Taylor, how I get to the sack

Speakin' of Taylor, I'm all off the port

These niggas talkin', but they ain't jumpin' off the porch

Line him up, we leave his ass scorched

They shout my name, get lit like a torch

2-1-0, somebody check the score

When I'm out the drawers, you might hear a snore

Cookin' up like I'm at Winners, I got a four for down four

I cannot fuck with you, whore, got her ass short