verse1 Z Free:

chorus:
In it for the Chase
Hunt or pray
Running game like a
Re/lay every day

In it for the Chase
Hunt or prey
Running game like a
Re/lay every day

Git a little taste an im
Damn thirsty
Pickin up the pace git my
Hands dirty

In it for the Chase
Hunt or pray
Running game like a
Re/lay every day

verse2 Psionic:
I’m on a hunt / for a wild woman.
My game untamed, I’m macking even though I shouldn’t.
I just can’t help it. This girl is battin’ for the majors. Outta my league but I’m kinda intrigued
So fuck if I’m a bout to leave without getting her arms up outta those sleeves.
I’m a lion eyein’ / spyin’ / huntin heavy in the Serengeti
Hot and sweaty, searching for sex legendary.
See, I gotta a plan. And it’s to not be battling the Taliban in Afghanistan.
It’s to be pouncing on dem women, get em swimming when I’m heating up their kitchens, and they booties bouncing. DAMN.
This gal gotta muthafucking simple dimpled smile
Making me wanna do it doggystyle in her domicile
all the while / I plotting more lecherous adultery
eatin any meat wit my treacherous cutlery.
Wit a itty bitty skullduggery, just call me Jimmy McNulty
Cuz I’ma lecherous dog, a lecherous dog
fetching for that poontang, only thinking wit my dick n balls.
Listen to this truth:
It’s always most moistest when we reachin coitus
Making nasty noises,
I guess my point is not most poignant (uhhhh…)
I don’t hunt and gather. It’s humps I’m after.
My lust don’t rust when the blood rush,
I’m a horn dog cuz I like it RUFF.
No since in praying for pussy, just hunt.

Chorus


verse3 evv'n'flo:
In a minute gonna race so/ run away
No/body gonna change the pace Wait for ya
Saving / Grace when we get /face to Face better
face the music or change your rubric

Itty bitty wiggle in your walk a simple little shit talk
/ didn’t bring your wrist watch
Little tiny mistakes could have ya git shot
Jist lost track of time n now you ticked off

Didn’t really wanna scene didn’t wanna get crossed
/shootin really freaky now its lookin like a hitch cock
Flick so get lost quick
Jist stop in to pick coffins

Or/ get a gun better run cuz im comin in
And im comin on the count a one one
Civilians looking like an easy target
Turnin the town into a meat market

Kill or be killed you think you really chill but
Youre really frickin lazy not bringin in the bacon
lemme show you how really chill really fill
Deva/stated when I take em an I place em in the basement

Better run and hide / on limited time
Percent (age?) of lives already declined
Im /Steady goin up cuz I neva bet on luck
Cant leave it to chance to free up your hands

Get on your knees and pray/ awfully dismayed/
probably git slayed/ causing me to race
on/ lost your keys to make it home/
caught you with ease it didn’t take me long