I’m infatuated with the fast line life My forehead lacerated like they just rained ? Or bitch captivated when I’m activated Nine planets under my palm, y’all niggas have to hate it I let y’all debate who the one who rap the greatest Deadweight niggas get your fucking souls assassinated The most manic depressive snatching your necklace Passive aggressive unleashing havoc on a record Your team is gay, how manage to rep it? I’m the slum chemistry faggots get disconnected Venomous rhetoric flooding your block, you’re too delicate Hot slugs and metal rip, can’t wait to see the pellets hit
[Verse 2: Des Devious]
Chrome I hold will detach your body from soul Snub-nosed bulldog four-four when I roll Big heat will change my dip and the way that I stroll Made me to perfection, baker shattered the mould Yeah, see niggas slug it out for absolutely nothing Like rumours on who they baby momma’s sucking and fucking (me) Debating on who running the block them niggas be hugging ? crunch time guess who doing the buzzing (me) That’s why this nigga bringing up my name in lame discussion Should be serving life for hammers and weight that I’m clutching Four-four Mags what we pack, name of the track Cut no slack, just react so bring it back nigga
[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
I was raised in the Congo by religiously trained Santos With horns from the trees and magnificent played bongos Vinnie is the head honcho, pop your eyes out With my bare hands, there’s blood on my grand poncho I don’t give a flying fuck though, we all nutso Put you in a wall underneath where they lay stucco If I was you I’d pray, bucko You could be the first motherfucker that I cut and the vein cut slow Speaking of the cut though rawer than Peruvian And Vinnie P blast with heat like I’m Vesuvian If y’all wanna overstand death then y’all should screw with him Hooligans who beef when it ain’t got nothing to do with them
[Verse 4]
Where I’m from niggas wouldn’t dare to take the same route I ain’t gotta say no names to get my name out It’s fucked up what the game about but Voices ain’t been the same since T-Pain came out If you ain’t shooting you gonna get shot But nowadays niggas is pussy, they do the shooting when they get shot Get your bitch shot, chin shot Spit a shell, not a rap to make your motherfucking hip pop I don’t get shot, I stay strapped like a flip-flop Mazerati Mazi get gwap before I get got If not they gonna have to put me in the dirt It’s either that or they gonna have to cuff me, book like a clerk Put me in the cell for a pistol and the shell Miserable as hell cause a nigga wouldn’t tell School of hard knocks, nigga wouldn’t fail Got detention for a cell so they put me in the cell