EmbedShow song activity How does this work? [Intro] [Reef The Lost Cauze talking]: Yeah. 1-2, 1-2. Yeah. Blam! You know what I'm saying? I'm killin' like 45 niggas a day son. You wake up in the morning shoot motherfuckers in the face. Let's get it. This is real
[Verse One] [Reef The Lost Cauze]: Welcome to the sound of pain, pounds and 'caine I skeet skeet off in the mouths of babes I'm to blame For arrests and riots Every three seconds, a tec fired Death defyin', I am a tyrant Pryo-maniac, set to fire You flamin', watch your man melt Get your hand dealt, my hammer is hand held I'll beat your face in till my hand swells Slang drugs to music, nothing that I can't sell I hustle I pimp I grizzle I trick Extra P, the pistol and piff The Axe, The Shovel, The Sickle, The Stick Gravedigga, I'm made nigga, you live on my dick Like a pubic My mind like the Rubix Cube my dude slang fluff white like Cool Whip Nasal cavity Crack and you'll drip I'm all 'bout the drama, the nonsense the bullshit I don't give a fuck who you are or who you with I'm a gangsta pumpin' Gang Starr Full Clip
[Hook] [Reef The Lost Cauze]: Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies (no lies) Don't ask me shit, get punched in the eye (in the eye) What, you a cop or somethin'? Get dropped for frontin' Get popped for nothin' we on that bullshit Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies (no lies) Don't ask me shit, get punched in the eye (in the eye) What, you a cop or somethin'? Get dropped for frontin' Get popped for nothin' we on that bullshit
[Verse Two] [King Magnetic]: Condition my health to grow within these risky times Position myself to blow without a 69 Bad Boy in the county, now they strippin' Shyne Vickin' mines, mixin' line got me liftin' nines Rippin' guys as soon as I shoot it Consuming the music, maneuverin' through it with humorous new shit And numerous movements, Hoover induces, move and produces Abusin' the truces Truth is, we losin' the future Rules will shoot ya Either way the pain relay Cops canvas where we pitch like a rain delay Aim the tray like a waiter A bus boy a caterer, baitin' ya to spend a little paper While you waitin' for the maker of the masterpiece Classic B, half of me Folded in the cut like a plastic crease Drastically It's murdered over master beats Grab the piece now they not gangsta, like Master P
[Hook] [Reef The Lost Cauze]: Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies (no lies) Don't ask me shit, get punched in the eye (in the eye) What, you a cop or somethin'? Get dropped for frontin' Get popped for nothin' we on that bullshit Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies (no lies) Don't ask me shit, get punched in the eye (in the eye) What, you a cop or somethin'? Get dropped for frontin' Get popped for nothin' we on that bullshit
[Verse Three] [Slaine]: I'm ready and focused, approachin' the road to the riches It was then being hopeless, loaded with cold blooded bitches Soldiers are moldin' my scriptures Homies that holed up in ditches That souls that told me to spit this and flow like nobody's business I've been over this over and over, so what I'm vicious Swollen boulders and baking soda the odor was just as Sickening as you could picture The smell of it keeps gettin' thicker The world's in total disorder So my mode is reflected You can loath or respect it Love it and know that it's hectic You can hate it debate it you still promoted my record When you stated my name and said "The White