| Lyrics: | featuring Raekwon the Chef Ghostface Killer Big Noyd
(Prodigy)
Yea yea
check it out
Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat whatever
We can die
together
As long as I send your maggot ass to the esscense
I don't give a fuk about
my prescence
I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
For the next crab nigga
to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you there is no sequel
24 7. Mac 11 is
my people
So why you wanna end your little life like this
Cuz now you bump head wit
kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive the last night
Damn, right,
I ain't trying to fight
We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor
My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore
Ways of action, I grab the gat and
Ain't
no turning back when I start blasting
Pick up the handle and insert the potion
Cock
the shit back in a calm like motion
No signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in danger
Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is born
(Chorus)
I put
the glock on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy without your crew
Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you
Chorus
(Havoc)
Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're
from
Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big guns
Around my way, niggaz
don't got no remorse for out of towners
Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3
pounder
The loud sounder, ear ringer
And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe
gun slingers
You got a real ice grill but are you really real
Step to the hill and
I'm a test your gun skills
Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile
You just a chump who
needs to get drunk to buckwhyle
But swing that bullshit this way
And I'm a make your
visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay
Queensbridge, that's where I'm from
The
place where stars are born and phony rappers get done
6 blocks and you might not make it
through
What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you
Wit macs and tecs to
lend to get your dome crush
You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid
fuk
What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you
To come out your face, now
I have to wet you
Throw on my tims, black mask and black ?serpent?
Twist a nigga
cap, then jump in the J-30
Chorus
(Rae and Ghostface)
Who's
the richest nigga in the project, who got it live
Rocking Convertibles, frop tops and mad
high
Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team
Who's organize, all eyeballs is
on CREAM
And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shit
Whip after whip, stay
flashing your dick on tricks
Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable
In the
jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu
There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are
your sons
Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns
You know what's out
there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran
Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we
expand
Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender
Get ninjaed on the island,
plus the Bridge, boy remember
(Big Noyd)
My little thug's selling drugs and
he's struggling
The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin
But
he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects
But wit no doubt, shorties out for his
respect
But is his brain insane from the lye
From smoking that 118 ?chiny tye?
Why, a nigga just died last week
As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the
street
But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac
His eyes is wild wit
the rezzy monkey on his back
But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed
Wit a
firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like that
Slow down baby, he said, what, you
trying to play me
You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me
Then
he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me
Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't
crazy |
