to all my motherfuckin' niggas,
you know what I'm sayin'?
And, um, to my niggas too
You know I'm sayin'? up, sayin'
For the mother niggas, though
You know what I'm sayin'?
ready for hand -to -hand combo
Nitty turn his face to me
I throw him up against the wall
and put a hole in his face so big
It almost took his whole face off
We got the tape position,
in the Super Bowl face off
With long swords, ready for war
We play it coarse, and take your life laws
Throw back fists up, Ba cardi linemen
Fifties and hands get lit
Fuck a whip, a fabulous mob,
Lunatic nigga, jump off what got hit
With max attacks and silenced spit
Shots whizz past your earlobe and shit
That's the sound of a nigga,
Got you running, dodging,
Bullets ripping through the
it's melting and you bleed again
You just another nigga dealt with,
Our house is nothing like the covenant
like a bitch hold one in the oven
If it ain't drama, money up front,
broke bitches, simple -minded niggas
Alpha, havoc position, that's opposition
Suddenly, and out of the blue
And now I see, by myself, by myself
And rolling man trees, paranoid on point
out of the immediate crew
if you jeopardize mine, dude
got a deck to deal with aces up
You overbidden, and in the bridge,
but in perspective it's the same
Put two and two together,
Contain drama, like outbreak
You order drama, we outtake
keep it real and throw the fake out
hit you up from the waist up
and how it is is kinda fucked up
got your whole clique singing
On the corner while it's ringing,
four pound left your ears ringing
Delete those and keep my shit discreet
Niggas is trash rhyme, totally off beat
And out of sync with they life,
Niggas slow your roll, you speed it,
For no reason wanna be max it does,
get smacked, show no love
Crush your team like a bare hug,
they infamous and do dirt
They're the smell like mud,
New Yiddy, Queenside feel
taking it to the source, of course
Bare that ass thug grill,
That you wear, take off, cop out,
gaffer gaff, and all the rules
and let the nickel nine pop on you
Yo, my crew in the front, got it locked
My live niggas in the back,
got the gas blowin' outta your back
tough looks in our contact?
Starin' all up in your cornea,
The look of a true -to -life
Go at the first nigga to front,
You get dealt with, dealt with quick
Opposition get melted with hot shit,
You get dealt with, dealt with quick
Opposition get melted with hot shit,
opposition get melted with hot shit,
