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Ha, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah One time
Yo, never liked son from day one Bring you tool that nigga stick you and play dumb Hate a bitch-ass who care where you came from You ain't prepared for when the pain come, this nigga scared Shook to death from a cold stare Stuntin', knowing my brothers fiend to do you somethin over here We head huntin' in the function I smell fear Adrenaline start pumpin', I Smash Pumpkins Hard Rock be in the Cafe Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us, the last days Makin' sure I get the last say, in the food chain, is you predator or prey? If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back, crack your vertabrae Looking for a better way to get my point across, thoughts accelerate At the same speed of the muder rate Lord, never perpetrate a fraud 'Til my nigga Carlton Fisk, see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Mef
Life's a snippet, one way ticket Time ticking fast, blink, you might miss it Semen on Street shit, you might catch fifty stitches Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches I Play IV Keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete Evident, Killah Hill resident, double dart agent Secret intelligent my rap style's flagrant
Feel the sting of a Killa Bee, Johnny Blaze Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps In the city that you never sleep, pay attention Ain't no shittin' where you gotta eat, we hold it down
I move like Mad Max across the wasteland One hand holds the head of the last brave man Made man, Cuban Link chain of command Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand My live team turn the club to a crime scene High beams flash, promoters die behind cream Get your face blown, might face the chrome We take this more serious than just a poem
I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent About the foul shit goin' on in my life, current event It's evident I smoke a ciggarette down to Brownsville Thinking to myself, 'How many lives must my pound kill?' Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase Hemmed by Jake, worrying who might turn state's So I chill, put my killer niggas on the battlefield On the low plotting silent murderer, never doubt still Never follow beef, hey, beef follow me Wanna settle in the court, I say settle in the streets Like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it Now you dry snitching, because you got knocked with it I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute Stash my dough secure the funds of profit
Yo, extreme rhyme niggas, you wastin' your time Fuckin with my niggas, extraordinary line swishin' Your mind out position, tryin' to figure this shit Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this Olympic, rap javel-on, travel beyond, your weak song Doing this for too long to not come strong You're only a pawn of Viet Dong Tryna form against mines, you musta just been born Secluded on a distant farm This is the real world, where niggas get shot and shanked Where there's tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch It's Infamous you fucks, intense rap lust
Feel the sting of a Killa Bee, Johnny Blaze Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps In the city that you never sleep, pay attention Ain't no shittin' where you gotta eat, we hold it down Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready For a war here, fuck peace, what? Feel the sting of a Killa Bee, Johnny Blaze Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps In the city that you never sleep, pay attention Ain't no shittin' where you gotta eat, we hold it down Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready For a war here, fuck peace, peace
One-two One-two Check, one-two Yeah
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