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Crooked I and Ill Bill – Murdered lyrics

Posted by hatt on 5 March 2010, 3:28 am

high and drunk when i transcribed these lyrics. the monitor is getting blurry. probably numerous mistakes. my bad

[Chorus]

Extra extra! Read all about it!
Extra extra! Read all about it!
Extra extra! Read all about it!
Sucker stepped up and got murdered

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

The architect before the hour begins
I bring storm to your valley of death
Without fear with my pistol up to your head
Your life is an illusion, a mirage, and a perversion
Of God, orgies and morbid sorcery shall arise
From the Judas Priest, the altar of madness
Join us at the darkest Sabbath
Pick hollowtips, harvest Magnums
My crops is Glocks, farmer tan’s tropical
My arms are black metal with threaded barrels and chopper screws
Electric skull up in the wall of voodoo 
Felt like clips based all upon ?
A real dude AKA Bill Duke, I kill crews
Big goons homie shoot up the casket, we fill tombs
Make shit move, twist truth, never will lose
Pull out the big Uz, let the clips cruise
Every word I speak causes explosions
I torture soldiers, hearts frozen
AR-15s and roses, stiffening decomposing
You got murdered

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 2: Crooked I]

Yo thirty-nine ounce pistol rosewood handle
Five heads thrown to the barrels spitting new ammo
If it’s over my money that’ll make a dude scramble
I’m dough, cheese, and bread, I’m the fucking food channel
Putting two through your flannel, man I murderlize you
My Tech ex your clan like the grand verbalizer
You piss in the wind, my pistol will circumcise you
While I’m talking more shit than people selling fertilizer
For you to be on a higher level than Crooked I
You’d have to hire a pilot to write your rhymes in the sky
Then tell the pilot to crash the plane, burn, and fry
Now even he’s like me cause I’m fly till I die
C-O-B yeah who got a problem with me?
Your eyes are skinny as the body of Whitney
To survive when I’m popping semis
I’m dropping any, God forgive me
Now Long Beach is Gotham City

[Chorus x 2]

[Scratching]

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Q-Unique, Ill Bill, and Slaine – Crillionaires lyrics

Posted by hatt on 26 February 2010, 6:49 pm

Download link: http://www.zshare.net/download/730698802ec0a3f5/

[Verse 1: Q-Unique]

Witnessing the sinister spitting on your minister
Splitting up your skin, clip and trigger will diminish ya
Torch the competitor, score and get ahead of ya
Work a drone alien at war with the Predator
Boba Fet bounty hunter, best King’s County gunner
Q they gonna trial when you found dead down and under
Hear the sound of Thunder, enter the god Thor
Standing with the hammer killer, what you think you shot for?
You tried to cut the line, you tried to fuck with mine
Criminal minded dirt track killer bucking nines
You wanna sleep, stupid? Go ahead, hit the hay
When I pop shots watch bullets ricochet
Reputed mob boss make the drop off
Enemies are shaking when they heard a shotty pop off
Night of the Living Dead, kill em in the morn
I’m out on the world tour with the children of the corn

[Chorus: Q-Unique]

We Crillionaires, won’t stop till we millionaires
Popping off Mac milli shells fill the air
Leaving you see-through, bullet through your people
When we creep through we street sweeper Grim Reap you

Crillionaires, won’t stop till we millionaires
Popping off Mac milli shells fill the air
Leaving you see-through, bullet through your people
When we creep through we street sweeper Grim Reap you

[Verse 2]

I come from a world where things are not always what they seem
Use symbols to connect into your dreams and nightmares
Thieves of the night scale skyscrapers
And dive out of windows like characters from Hollywood films
This ain’t no movie script, it’s excitingly real
Nuclear devices the size of a pill
Lightning in a test tube, write me the bill
Black budgets, hundreds of billions of dollars in funding
Private gunmen hunted by governments, I’m having fun with it
But hardly sleep, aim my RPG, spark your D
Pop the marines, the steel was given to me by the Elohim
I rock your motherfucking block into smithereens
Sell you pistols cheap, take the bread and flip em into keys
Then flip it back to brand bubble like ?
You can buy yourself a small army if you act correct
You could catch a bullet in your brain at the red
You could overthrow the free world while you laugh at death

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

You should know who we are, throw a motherfucker from a moving car
Tell em I’m a movie star run into a groupie’s bra
Rip the sample off man, fuck what kind of rules there are
Rip the sample off the song, beat you with the blues guitar
Frequent in the nudie bar, live inside the drug den
Told me I’m a has-been, that’s just what I was then
I’m a fucking will-be, I’m innocent I’m taking what I want till they kill me
Or they find me guilty I’m filthy in this dirty business full of sunken labels
Half these cats are products of cash and drunken fables
Till they come across the cats that’ll leave you with the punctured navel
Cut the fuck up like a plucked tomato
Gun to the cradle, bumping something
I got you pumping something fatal
Till you wake up in a trunk with jumper cables
Till you wake up and you’re surrounded by angels

[Chorus]

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Sadat X feat. Ill Bill – X And Bill lyrics

Posted by hatt on 25 February 2010, 6:18 am

[Verse 1]

One percenters and five percenters
Album outlines the center
Rapping knives and the Berettas, the lies and vendettas 
Trials of menace to society is brainwashed 
Brain drops, nervous rooks cops with itchy trigger fingers spraying Glocks
And frustrated rappers sometimes swear
Waving Mac 11s you either buy my CD or die in the streets
Sometimes I feel like I was born on Doomsday
Then I think about my daughter
And the future and pray that these moods change
The road to Hell is paved with good intentions
Get on your knees, I brought a guillotine to put your heads
Essential, the essence, always carry a deadly presence
Destined to be revolutionary with every sentence
I been the one to pull the card on frauds
Put them in their place, drop the bomb and start the war
The fuck you think we brought these rocket launchers for?
Not to brag about the way we pop Techs
Ill Bill, Sadat X, who got ?

[Chorus]

A lot of y’all got the whole game confused
The tricknology got me blowing a fuse
I don’t know these dudes, they can’t sport these shoes
They ain’t show you the truth, they ain’t paid no dues

A lot of y’all got the whole game confused
The tricknology got me blowing a fuse
I don’t know these dudes, they can’t sport these shoes
They ain’t show you the truth, they ain’t paid no dues

[Verse 2]

The backbone sets the overall tone
? I ain’t stand, straight up ? weightless 
Listen ain’t no debating this
How you win the case when your shit is all over the place?
Who’s your co-signer? It must’ve been a minor
Bill is ill, ain’t no feelings heartbeat
Dudes left the Apple while we stay in the heat
Cause we love to compete, that’s what gladiators do
They say they love blood, dirty sick but
Vietnam packed ? spikes in the mics 
In the States turnpikes is reduced
? after nine hours for the cake can make me stay awake
I’m not concerned with who earn 
I need my stacks to blow
When I be hearing some of these ?
I don’t really know these dudes, I’m not ?
And I’m original pattern, one of one
? needle line is done, the educated sniff a dollar
The rest still suck from the ? and need nursing
Don’t be that person (never that)

[Chorus]

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Falside feat. thekeenone, B-Real, Reg Riddem, and Ill Bill – Hit That Shit (Remix) lyrics

Posted by hatt on 24 February 2010, 11:54 am

[Verse 1]

You got a blunt? I’mma make it a roach
Got a spliff? Then I’m taking a toke
Just the way that we smoke
Just the way that I be clearing my head
And I don’t want to pay attention to the shit that they said
Take a twist of my trees and proceed to get faded
Bong bubbles up, two blunts doubles up
When the shit goes down know that I’mma keep chiefing
Keep smoking, keep rolling it up and stay weeded

[Verse 2]

Very much needed when the weight of the world it gets you down
There’s nothing like my sweet ? come around
I get it down and get it in ?
Take a few hits nigga, pass that shit
Hold up, matter of fact I’m fitting to roll up
Cause ? is what the dope man does so lust
Then right after I take a puff I’mma blow the shotty straight to your body
Think I’m bullshitting, go ahead and fucking try it

[Chorus]

You got a blunt? I’ll take a hit
If you got a bong I’ll take a rip
Give me a pipe, I can get it lit
We blazing up the kush when we hit the spliff, hit that shit

You got a blunt? I’ll take a hit
If you got a bong I’ll take a rip
Give me a pipe, I can get it lit
We blazing up the kush when we hit the spliff, hit that shit

[Verse 3]

I smoke it cause it medicates the pain that aggravates my brain
Hard to maintain sanity in a world
Made to make you break your will but still
In the face of defeat I just grab some ganja leaf
And just chief to chill
Let the reefer be the remedy for all the drama
I ain’t really trying to deal with
Cause on some real shit since I tried it I can’t deny it
I love it, it’s an active ingredient in trees we call ?

[Verse 4]

So I puff it and smoke it, you try to hold every ?
You’d better hit and get it off to the left cause I’m only a moment
Off of sanity, only Mary can handle me
Pack another bowl and light it up cause I’m planning to be
Higher than I ever been in my life
Put my flame in the sky, let the smoke just rise
Better pass me a lighter, we about to get with this
Crack another blunt, pack it up and come this

[Chorus]

[Verse 5]

I smoke White Widow then I ate a couple of brownies
I like the spizzo, the OG kush is astounding
The White Rhino, Coka Nostra White Rhino
Zig Zag papers quite vital, the worldwide title
We scientifical mechanical botanicals
The marijuana gods are tyrannical
The trainwreck will shatter you
Hit to the vapourizer with my favourite lighter
I’m the Purple Haze igniter
Young Willy Nelson on the ganja bus
Ganja sluts, nine of us in the loung smoking ganja blunts
It’s kinda nuts, need a lot of Dutchmasters
Light em up, push the lighter up
Obama used to like to puff
They need to legalize it, two billion dollar a year industry
So I can puff a spliff in peace
I wanna have my own greenhouse, grow a bunch of weed
And not have to worry about motherfucking police
I need a medical prescripition for my medicine
My medication but that’s Californication
They don’t have that shit at all across the nation
? in New York I be the most important patient

[Chorus]

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Mr. Hyde feat. Ill Bill and Q-Unique – Killer Collage lyrics

Posted by hatt on 22 February 2010, 10:09 am

[Verse 1: Mr Hyde]

For the sake of the gore so we awake in the morgue
I’m fucking breaking your jaws up, all you haters get torn
Blood caked on the floor, get all your trachea clawed up
The slaughter, it shows up your bones get sawed up
Split half a clip, got the biscuit with quickness
The bitches, the distance, so witness the sickness
Delicious like witches concoctions of potions
I’m vicious, my hit so get dropped in the ocean
Pop with the motion, the clocks are exploding
You’re rocking the nose with the ox that I’m holding
You fold under pressure, the mould will caress you 
Infect ya, I bet ya corrosion will get ya
Flesh ? with death, your coke status drained
I’ll dispatch your batch insure spots of pain
Claimed souls that stained hold the keys to destruction
The same old brain bone bleeding it’s disgusting

[Verse 2: Q-Unique]

Still I fill you full of lead
Got the hollow tips drilling till your blood is spilling red
Holler at the villain with the ? for killing feds
I’m swallowing the pill, filling visions in my head, enemies are still and dead
Mister murder, I’ll make a jump suit out of your flesh
A powerful Rottweiler will devour the rest
You pray for world peace, I pray for world chaos
I work to alerting the beast out of a séance
Street demon will leave you in the streets bleeding
My sweet semen cover your bitches deep gleaming
Dumb undercover trying to score bird
Let’s save the earth and smoke weed, but I’ll go to third
Losers stuck in time, find a god for a crime to earn a buck and I lose my fucking mind
Robbed him twice cause he said he had more
Let’s infiltrate the system with Freddy Madball

[Verse 3: Ill Bill]

Satanic verses, black masses in Catholic churches
Casting curses, you bleed when we scratch the surface
The greed of a master and his servant, assassin and a serpent
Numbers are scratched from the surface of a ratchet
While cash is preferable to blasting
Leave you with a fucking hole in your face like what happened?
Why you had to die liek that?
Took a shit on yourself while you took your last breath
Shoulda had respect, shoulda, coulda, woulda
Hit your head with hollow tip casings
Chopper of hatred, topple the matrix
Chop at the basis, virus that get trife but sacred
Like thirty years later thinking your life was wasted
The loneliest death is suicide
I calibrate your pain is coloured with blood of truth denied
Streets guaranteed to turn red when youth collide
Yeah, I even tell the truth when I lie and this is why

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Al’Tarba ft. ArchNME and Ill Bill – Body Harvest lyrics

Posted by hatt on 9 February 2010, 4:47 pm

[Verse 1]

I’m involved in causing a wargasm
Give you prisoners of war acid
Then tortured the deepest corners of your madness
Deadly Art of Survival day of the wolves, spray at you fools
Leave you violated and used, everything I say is the truth
It’s a resurrection of sorts, the death of remorse
Weapons of war, propaganda, your perception is warped
It’s a evolution, the revolution jumped out of the helicopter
Running and gunning landing on your head still shooting
The white Huey Newton, matter fact the white Barack
Black Monika Lewinsky like my cock
While in the hood you can catch a fucking hole in your head
For less money than what it costs to buy a loaf of bread
You be on the receiving end of where the chrome extends
We the most offensive, leave you with your dome in hand
Get your fucking head disconnected
Pistol kept inside the glovebox next to my left hand is hectic

[Chorus]

Street shit make you want to kill police shit
Beef shit run up on you with the heat shit
Eat shit, you and anybody who speaks shit
We on some creep shit now you bitches in deep shit

[Verse 2]

I was sworn as an assassin born with a passion for blasting
I’m laughing while offing you execution fashion
My history is infamy
I’ll decapitate your lord lick the blood off my sword and taste victory
Infantry are shit to me, I’m murking them instantly
A world war trilogy, we run shit invincibly
You want rugged, we the fucking epitome
With one quick slice I can answer life’s mystery
I’m cold as ice moving like the poltergeist
You know the price, your throat gets sliced X collecting soldier stripes
The bone collector, all you see is the spectre
Throne protector, I’ll rock your sector like the Koch and Heckler
Doctor Lector Pop your top and drink the nectar
Under personal surveillance by the CIA director
I’m dripping in red from heads I’m ripping to shreds
Man I keep my friends close and my enemies dead

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

We farmers with shotties, harvesting bodies
We sit back kidnap killers and make copies
We straight godly, checkmate chess rule
Death waits, we breed devils in test tubes
White trash tight strapped, good night, my knife stabs
Dead meat, red sheet son, you have a nice nap
In the casket sleeping, black mask with the ratchet heating
You pay the price with your life, I leave your cabbage leaking
Well that’s the task completed, I got that mob mentality
Put the flames to your city like it’s Calgary
We got the calvary, decapitate the Highlanders
Assassinate the magistrate and any bystanders
The high commander with divine grammar, poisonous ink
Off the brink, I dont think, leaving killers extinct
The killers instinct, fire to the precinct
Chopping up cops and let em rot till the meat stinks

[Chorus]

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La Coka Nostra – Do It (DJ Solo Coke-Step Remix) lyrics

Posted by hatt on 25 December 2009, 9:56 pm

http://soulassassins.com/?p=18041

[Intro]

Back to the future, blast from the past
A brand new religion for your stankin’ ass
We pray, we fast, we conducting mass
Gangster pop your gun, hooker shake your ass

Back to the future, blast from the past
A brand new religion for your stankin’ ass
We pray, we fast, we conducting mass
Gangster pop your gun, hooker shake your ass

[Verse 1: Slaine]

Yo my whole clique is full of white trash obscene slobs
Between jobs gobbling beans and scheme broads
My whole hood is problem fiends it seems odd
So when I spit it’s like getting bit by a mean dog
And everyday you’re one step closer to seeing God
Murdered in cold blood and buried on Cape Cod
God I’ve been involved in the sin, I’m in a fog and I’ve been
Plotting and scheming to rob a synagogue
I guess my brain’s probably swollen and mangled
From smoking angel dust inside a stolen Durango
Red Sox hat on my skull at an angle
Full of this anger, enough to spit these bullets and slain you
You cats probably think I’m full of shit, ain’t you?
But when I go to Hell I’ll get my punishment painful
I’mma fuck around and sneak a gun in my ankle
Blunt and some ‘caine too, Satan this is wonderful, thank you

[Chorus repeated]

Do that shit, do that shit, do it

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

You could be forgotten in space, or shot in the face
Popped and erased, chopped the fuck up and dropped in a lake
Nobody’s safe, many disappear without a trace
The most talented of hooda pigs unable to solve the case
Snitches and stool pigeons in car trunks
Have your body found behind Starrett City without pride and without a tongue
The tongue is a beast, it can put you underneath the prison
With nails through your hands and your feet at the crucifixion
Jesus and Judas, Caesar and Brutus
Gotti, Gravano, that rat Henry Hill spotted in a Tahoe
On his way to Houston, it’s theme song acoustic
Fuck ballistics, the murder weapon was a pool stick
Loose lips sink Titanics
Sideways talk greasy, get your wig split open gigantic
Billy Oceanic, Satanic, a poke in the chocha
La Coka Nostra, the ones that killed Tony Verzosa

[Chorus repeated]

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Ill Bill – Green Lantern Freestyle lyrics

Posted by hatt on 3 December 2009, 1:30 am

Hey yo I plan to be a billionaire, God forgive me for my evil
For doing really fucked up things to good people
I rob a rich man, try to make the world equal
To buy my moms a crib dawg, I’m down to hurt people
I got ten pounds of shrooms on my kitchen table
Just sniffed an eight ball out my bitch’s navel
Satellite dish, watch the Exorcist on cable
Compare what I do to the evil that they do
I save you like Jesus and them latterday saints, splatter their brains
Take their platinum chains and their Charlie Brown leather straight
Let me get that, Psychological Records death rap
Necrodamus make the best tracks
My music make you want to sell crack
I turn invisible and breeze through
I rob drug dealers just like DT’s do
And body DT’s same as drug dealers do
So fuck feeling you, I’d rather bust three in you
Exploding school buses, Jews, Muslims, Christians
What the fuck’s the difference? We all want money, drugs, and bitches
Let’s keep it real, even television’s a drug
If weed is a drug the Green Lantern CD is a drug
I speaks in tongues, my peeps is all thieves and thugs
Creeps with guns, Crips, Latin Kings, and Bloods
We generous with the heat but we cheap with love
Arrest me? Never that, the police is dumb
I was born to die, walk around high
This piece of shit planet got my mind designed to rhyme about the madness
Closed caskets, prostitutes and crack heads
We battle much, respect the cash gets, been a savage ever since
Read a lot of books, threw a lot of right hooks, stuck up a lot of crooks
I represent Brooklyn when I’m out the hood
Now the whole world’s captivated, gang related
See me in my video being assassinated
I’m like the seventies where everybody sniff coke
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Why I’m so fucked up only my shrink knows
Dr. Tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I’ve seen it all in my short life, me and my peeps is all trife
If we ain’t sticking your moms then we fucking your wife
If it ain’t weed in my blunts then there’s dust in my pipe
If it ain’t slugs in my guns then there’s blood on my knife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Ill Bill motherfucker make you jump in a fight
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write

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Just-Ice feat. Ill Bill – Humm lyrics

Posted by hatt on 20 October 2009, 8:20 pm

[Chorus]

Anytime that I hum you can tell where it all comes from
Uptown is the sound that we run
And if you want some be smooth when you move
We got a lot to prove and you can feel the taste of my gun

Cause anytime I hum you can tell where it all comes from
Uptown is the sound that we run
And if you want some be smooth when you move
We got a lot to prove and you can feel the taste of my gun

[Verse 1]

Come fly with me, everybody high with me
I make you move so everybody ride with me
I got that killer beat, I always bring the heat
Cause anytime that I rhyme I take it to the streets
Just-Ice hard rock, you can tell from my talk
The way I move, gangstas move, I’m coming out of New York
It’s like a sudden anger mixed up with a hidden danger
Cause my shit will surely change ya, stress you out and overstrain you
You can call me whatever ? or ?
My shit is like a machine ? stop
I rock it accapella what y’all can call vanilla
? hot I’m cool in any weather
When the track drops, my voice starts to rock
When the track stops, my voice still will rock
In the backdrop, homie start the clock
Just bugging, thugging, and fucking, the shit will never stop

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

I remember when hip hop was still dangerous
When NWA spit Fuck The Police and ? shit
Decepts was a dictatorship
My projects overrun with eightball jackets and cocaine spliffs
In the community center where the DJ’s met
Would-be party rockers played their DJ sets
And you could go to any projects in the five boroughs
And find a fourteen year-old defined thorough
I’m over twenty years deep in the game
Shed blood, tears, and pain, MC’s I’ve slain
I sense fear when they speak my name
So I say step aside little homie when they see my lane
If it wasn’t for Just-Ice I’d be dead or in jail
If it wasn’t for KRS I’d be dust in the field
Ill Bill, top of the world, I exited Hell
Been inspired by the best, I was meant to prevail

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Diamonds are chunks of coal and stuck to ?
I’mma be an MC till I’m a hundred and five
And shine like the Paul Wall cult leader grill
With tracks that head nod like a dope needle will
Growing up I always was the most intelligent kid
My Jordan Three elephant print made the skeletons grip
? made enemies, envy the kid
When I was reading Malachi York you were mentally dead

[Verse 4]

C’mon, grab the mic and make it stand up
Lyrics of legendary status so get your hands up
Clap to the freestyle, dance in the meanwhile
Cool, calm, collected, smooth, that’s how I gets down
Standing strong, my shit is long
? so right that’s it wrong
I crash the rest and smash the best
And then I play ? like the next contestant
Other rappers are crying out while niggas are dying out
Running like they’re bitches when I’m pulling my iron out
Dance to what he play, dance to the DJ
Times after times rewind let the heat spray
Hard and decise powerful and precise
The math comes right, you know it’s Just-Ice
I spit to the point where there’s no questions asked
Just-Ice immortal, the future and the past
Days after stage, hold the mic like a twelve gauge
Page after page, all you see is just pure rage
Backs to gats ?
Just-Ice signing off, yo I’m out y’all

[Chorus]

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Snowgoons feat. La Coka Nostra and Heltah Skeltah – Hey Young World lyrics

Posted by hatt on 11 October 2009, 1:41 am

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

It’s Ill Bill the abominable, I’m sicker than vomit in food
Osama Bin Laden of goons, you’re all mine to abuse
You don’t overstand me, homie, you not in my shoes
You not built for these weapons I use
The most focused, La Coka Nostra overthrow culture
Murder monarchs, overdosage of my murder mosh parts
Hard like hitting cars with bazookas
Been the future, crucial manoeuvres confusing to the usual consumers
Who you fooling? The people are restless
You’re like a Judas Priest molester being castrated screaming for vengeance
At the cathedral bleeding appendages rendered offensive
Medical attention denied, you bled and you died
Nowadays kids pose on the front page of the newspaper
Holding automatic assault rifles
We’ll send you to God, we’re all lifers
Contradictory at times we all devils and we all righteous

[Chorus: Everlast x 2]

Hey young world, streets are cold
They’re washed in blood, not paved in gold
Once they get a grip can’t break your hold
A walk with the devil can’t save your soul

[Verse 2: Tha Rockness Monstah]

You’ll be everywhere like air
Every year you should see me
Industry in the streets, anywhere but your TV
This little attempted murder case couldn’t keep me
I still be overseas like Blood graffiti
Put a Decept to death, don’t get it twisted
? cause I look so good in it, go get your biscuit, bitches
If you don’t like it or love it, ain’t gotta like it, I love it
We can fight, I like punching you niggas’ lights out in public
The sight of a lot of your blood’s like a stop sign
And when I’m done I’m like, “Ugh, fucked up my Nike Ones.”
It’s Mr. Monster, Mad Rocco, pop toast
Pop ex and finger pop hoes at the same time, homes
Worldwide bootcampian champion
Mac 4s branch in charge of them cannons
? St. hands that are blamming and training the animals with the flammables
While y’all niggas all romantical bitches

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 3: Slaine]

In the cauldron of chaos and violence I’m conditioned with this vicious habit
Broken dishes, liquor bottles in my kitchen cabinet
Empty baggies, pill residue, prescription plastic
You’re witnessing the withdrawal of a twitching addict
These streets is like a twisted labyrinth
I’m dripping liquid in the glass, pour it from the bottom of a fifth of Havoc
In the midst of madness I switched it and spat it
? paper dripping and lyrics scrawled cryptic and scattered
I write, I’m alright, it’s just savage, hustling and switching rackets
So I can stay a step ahead of all you snitching maggots
Of course I’m shooting to live rich and lavish
But your outfit ain’t about shit, we’re cut from a different fabric
The sin is addict, it’s cinematic, I been erratic
Since I heard the corner call and went and had a glimpse
I hopped the fence and hit the ground running when I fell
Now I dwell in purgatory just a block away from Hell

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 4: Sean Price]

I keep fighting war, I keep writing raw
Keep classic shit updated, Street Fighter 4
You a sucker for love that keep wife and whores
Drive an Acura Integra, so ‘94
I’m so shiny boy you can look at the watch
Don’t look too long duke, you might get shot
Gun blast, bullets rubbing your bones
Shoot a guy in a suit and tie, nigga, I am Brother Mouzone
Ain’t nobody fucking with mine
David Patterson can’t see so you know we rob the government blind
Stuck in the grind, niggas still hustling dimes
Hustling dubs, Ruckus get you stuck for your shine
Rugged is prime, you are a thing of the past
Leader of the new school, I did my thing in the class, P

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