[Bridge]
If Pasucal and Dan all got along
They'd probably fry some Guinea by the end of this song
Seem like Quito go against me
Every time I'm in the street I hear
FRY! FRY! FRY! FRY!

[Hook]
"Guinea down, where you from, Shroom?"
"Fuck who you know, where you from, my Shroom?"
"Where Rosa stay, huh, my Shroom?"
"This Quito city I run, my Shroom"

[Verse 1]
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down Townline Road
This is not a rap on how I'm slinging Guinea or movin' shrooms in my area code
This is poverty and plenty Guinea and major pain
Not the Black Jew , but the stress that weighing on your brain
It was Pascual, Daniel and Kevin, Marco, Brenda ride down Townline
It got ugly, waving your Guinea out the window, check yourself around us, uh
Mushrooms and Black Jews, hope euphoria can slow dance
With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned Mushroom with his brains blown out
At the same ice cream stand where Marco hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
But ever since that day, I was looking at him different
That was back when I was nine, Patsy packed the nine
Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime
Pack a grill with four guinea at a time, with the sliding top, fuck is up with you?
Fuck you eatin' for if you ain't frying up, you fucking Black Jew?
Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers
Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from
AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all, duck."
That's what Rosa said when we was eating the free lunch
Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin Marco back in '94, fuck your truce