[Intro] (T.O.T. & A-Game)
Aaaah, ahaha that shit's so hard to do sometimes
Yo, ayo! Ahhhhh! It's A-Game (A-Game) and T.O.T. (and T.O.T.)
Ahhhhhhhhhh!
[Verse 1] (A-Game)
Come and Step Up and try to hang with the big dogs!
You chihuahua status, we be the baddest we spit it raw! (Uh huh!)
When we drop a track, we whip up a masterpiece (Yeah!)
We spit the shit to make 'em say UHHHH, like Master P (NaNaNaNa!)
See I'm back and all this slack is what I'm lackin', see
Started out as Catastrophe, now it's A-Game with T.O.T. (T.O.T.)
Rep my team, my crew Z.C., best watch where you steppin', G
Cause when you fuckin' with my team? You find out I'm no referee (nope!)
And I'm a make it, regardless of your discrepancies
You talkin' shit, but I keep it movin', I keep it rollin' like ecstasy (woo!)
It's time to wrap it up, it's A-Game if you don't know me! (if you don't know me!)
I'm a pass it to my homie T.O.T. Mahoney, Step Up!
[Verse 2] (T.O.T.)
Bitch you know the time, it's your boy droppin' rhymes
Killa on a fuckin' track, that's a well-known fact
I don't like liquor, but I'm into redrum
When I get up on the mic, you would think I am the Chosen One
T.O.T., you know me, smoke them trees, fuck the police
Keep it real, my crew Z.C., every chance I get, I rep my team
Spittin' this shit like you never seen, I got an ill mind, my hands are clean
I'm fuckin' slick, you can't catch me at the crime scene
I don't pack the heat (nope!), but I'll put you to sleep
All I need to take your life, is some fuckin' cutlery
Trying to Step Up to the T.O.T., what you thinkin'?!
Me and A-Game steady slayin' niggas, Abe Lincoln!
[Verse 3] (A-Game)
R.I.P. to the beat, step to my team and you're leaving deceased
With T.O.T., we feed on the weak and we chillin' in the booth everyday of the week
With a new track that's some dope shit, talkin' shit then get ghost bitch
And just in case you ain't noticed, every track that we spit is so potent
Fuck with the crew get left for dead, not talkin' about a video game
We spittin' this shit, we stayin' insane, I'll stop writin' when I fillet my brain
And major pain we bringin' it, if you got a problem? Bring it bitch
I bring it sick and you bitches can't never even get close to this
We got the dopest hits, flowin' like an ocean is
Gonna hit a million leaving haters up in shock-and-awe
"When you guys make it to the top, there is no stoppin y'all"
I already know this, competition is soft like cottonballs!
[Verse 4] (T.O.T.)
Give me the mic, you might lose your life, I'm blowin up, them flashin' lights
That nigga A-Game right by my side, said you got rhymes but you fuckin' lied
Drinkin' on brew got me feelin' right, with the Zoo Crew know we down to fight
Tried to spit, but you got tongue-tied when I hit the track, my flow's so fly
It's T.O.T. I kill the beat, I drink too much then fall asleep
My rhymes are clean like HD, high resolution 1080p
You can try if you want, but you can't beat me, I'm a G-O-D on the M-I-C
I hit the booth, I hit my peak, you hit the floor and you start to leak
Killin' these beats like everyday, drop a track and I'm gettin' laid
Don't run your mouth, watch what you say, my nigga got the chopper I'm a let it spray!
Before you go, I'm a let you know the time (know the time!)
Don't fuck with the crew unless you want your heartrate to hit a mothafuckn flatline!
[Outro] (A-Game & T.O.T.)
Mmm! Yeah, it's like that!
