I don't own shit!
Turn the fuckin beat on!
Ha!! Yeah, I'm back! (?)
I had to switch back to a tech-nine in five baby!
Cock-and-run to stay in the business
Son of a bitch! D-U-O, look at me now motherfucka
AC One to da five-nine, "Kiss the Game Goodbye" - let's get it on!
[Duo]
It's Maxwell D.U.O. I got beef wit Oz and i got B.O.
I got footage in the war, i'm poor
I got bitches in the club all over me ma take it e-asy
And y'all scared I can tell
and I'ma get Bucks like Milwaukee cause like Sam i Cassell
I'm that punk y'all know that
Bang you in tha yard then slide off on the early go back
In the streets I flash the scythe like Kodak
And I spray beams so say cheese
Already told you I'm lookin for enemies
D-scythe Hell so of course it's better
I love Hilde da ho and Midii Une feathers
It's a message in a glass bottle read the letter
Money in the suit membership Visa sweaters
And I ride or d-i-e to hell
Uh uh come on put ya guns up
Nah, fuck that put ya guns down
(ahh) Come on put ya guns up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
[Duo]
Y'all know I got the master gun, fast or slow
Y'all wanna know who the best is ask ya ho
Romefeller don't lie they love it
And they cop for real trust me bitch the souljas will clone it
I hit you with consecutive hot shit
Therefore nobody never gon' shoot like I shoot
Get money just to walk through off the books
So when you mention my name bullets off the hook
Shirts is off, blood is out
And you know I'm there the hardest punks in space is out
I'm in the club ice over the thermal waitin for you to try me
When the lights are out I'ma burn you
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models
Gotta slay two or more, ma that's my motto
And y'all might get down with my dick if y'all swallow
Uh uh come on put ya guns up
Nah, fuck that put ya guns down
(ahh) Come on put ya guns up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
[Duo]
(Muahh) Kiss the game goodbye, the game is mine
You thought wrong change ya mind
I'm the pilot that'll pop the king and scoop the queen
and take over the town with a ruthless team
New 12-gauge, future green
Gun heavy pants never sag I'm used to cream
Who you know can make a million dollar bail on cash
Never did a day and got the jails on smash, D.U.O.
I move the perico quick, and just let the shots ring, ooh
Max been a boss, y'all just start workin
Now put ya hands up 'til ya arms start hurtin
Don't put 'em down 'til I tell you
Whoever wanna be hard headed then find out what the shells do
Now you can put 'em down if you want
But soon as I come back put 'em up
Uh uh come on put ya guns up
Nah, fuck that put ya guns down
(ahh) Come on put ya guns up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
Turn the fuckin beat on!
Ha!! Yeah, I'm back! (?)
I had to switch back to a tech-nine in five baby!
Cock-and-run to stay in the business
Son of a bitch! D-U-O, look at me now motherfucka
AC One to da five-nine, "Kiss the Game Goodbye" - let's get it on!
[Duo]
It's Maxwell D.U.O. I got beef wit Oz and i got B.O.
I got footage in the war, i'm poor
I got bitches in the club all over me ma take it e-asy
And y'all scared I can tell
and I'ma get Bucks like Milwaukee cause like Sam i Cassell
I'm that punk y'all know that
Bang you in tha yard then slide off on the early go back
In the streets I flash the scythe like Kodak
And I spray beams so say cheese
Already told you I'm lookin for enemies
D-scythe Hell so of course it's better
I love Hilde da ho and Midii Une feathers
It's a message in a glass bottle read the letter
Money in the suit membership Visa sweaters
And I ride or d-i-e to hell
Uh uh come on put ya guns up
Nah, fuck that put ya guns down
(ahh) Come on put ya guns up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
[Duo]
Y'all know I got the master gun, fast or slow
Y'all wanna know who the best is ask ya ho
Romefeller don't lie they love it
And they cop for real trust me bitch the souljas will clone it
I hit you with consecutive hot shit
Therefore nobody never gon' shoot like I shoot
Get money just to walk through off the books
So when you mention my name bullets off the hook
Shirts is off, blood is out
And you know I'm there the hardest punks in space is out
I'm in the club ice over the thermal waitin for you to try me
When the lights are out I'ma burn you
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models
Gotta slay two or more, ma that's my motto
And y'all might get down with my dick if y'all swallow
Uh uh come on put ya guns up
Nah, fuck that put ya guns down
(ahh) Come on put ya guns up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
[Duo]
(Muahh) Kiss the game goodbye, the game is mine
You thought wrong change ya mind
I'm the pilot that'll pop the king and scoop the queen
and take over the town with a ruthless team
New 12-gauge, future green
Gun heavy pants never sag I'm used to cream
Who you know can make a million dollar bail on cash
Never did a day and got the jails on smash, D.U.O.
I move the perico quick, and just let the shots ring, ooh
Max been a boss, y'all just start workin
Now put ya hands up 'til ya arms start hurtin
Don't put 'em down 'til I tell you
Whoever wanna be hard headed then find out what the shells do
Now you can put 'em down if you want
But soon as I come back put 'em up
Uh uh come on put ya guns up
Nah, fuck that put ya guns down
(ahh) Come on put ya guns up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down