Suicide - It′s all real
NFL - It's inevitable, You know
Life as we know it - AZ baby
Sigel - They gon′ learn to respect the game though
Can't blame some of these clowns - They don't know
Check ′em
Sun don′t go down, we go 'round
Let′s do this, let's do this - Break out for Killa
I holds it down for the convicts that live in a box
And them little grimy niggas that live in them spots
Venomous plots, real nine Eminem Glocks
Spin with the drop, hammer cocks, sent you a shot
Brooklyn motherfucker, we blend with the blocks
Live niggas, type to spend ten on a watch
Face lift it, hit it straight nuttin' to taste wit' it
Fuck shots, cop bottles, whole case wit' it
Street war, niggas don't beef no more
See the kill for real or don't eat no more
Sleep no more, hollow tips'll eat you raw
Straight through the right cheek of your jaw
Let's get it on with the guns drawn, ride or die
No, what's wrong, gettin' shitted on, my reply
Cut you up with some shit that'll tear your soul
Wrap up if you feel the cold, that's real
Ayo, I spit from my block, man
Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
Stick a marriage through the gate when they locked in
You can hear 'em when they Break when they boxed in, that's real
My spit from my street men
All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeeps in
Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, feds dumb let 'em creep in, that's real
I break laws when I want to, jaws when I want to
Everybody, get them on the floor when I come through
Know the rules not to move when I come to jam you
Two hammers, one in my hand, one in the tan room
The General, I could care less if there's ten of you
I'm built for stress, do what few men can do
Send a few into you, injured you, you injured two
Mack 11, ya hit your Chevy, sent it off in his inertubes
Mack pop the pistol well, cop fish scales
Used to pop a pistol quick, cock that truesome shit
Gun still on the missile tip, hit that main tissue shit
Kidney, lungs, heart, spleen, brain tissue shit
I hit you niggas where it hurt at, where you little niggas
Do they dirt at, where they pump they work at
Recognize when the motha fuckin' truth in here
Beanie Sieg hottest thing in the booth this year (That's real)
Ayo, I spit from my block, man
Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
Stick a marriage through the gate when they locked in
You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in, that's real
My spit from my street men
All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeeps in
Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, feds dumb let 'em creep in, that's real
Ya little mind and the things that it conjure up
Even worse when you Henney'd and Ganja'd up
Could see it now, feet duck taped, arms in cuffs
Your conscience fucked, Pissy be on your bluff
I roll with niggas that'll clap you up
Get locked and wait for you to get knocked and whack you up
Stick a motherfucking sword in ya
Make everybody on the block see the broad in ya
Arming us, niggas need to bomb wit us
Dawn wit us, bust of they chronic wit us
Quiet Money, Roc-A-Fella, nigga, arm your pups
Play the game before your palms get touched, nigga
I spiffin' niggas doin' a long time, all day
Could see new spades and keep a blade on a phone line
Keep the guards paid so they got they own line
Hustle on the block, still make they own wine, that's real
Ayo, I spit from my block, man
Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
Stick a marriage through the gate when they locked in
You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in, that's real
My spit from my street men
All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeeps in
Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, feds dumb let 'em creep in, that's real
Ayo, I spit from my block, man
Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
Stick a marriage through the gate when they locked in
You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in, that's real
My spit from my street men
All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeeps in
Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, feds dumb let 'em creep in, that's real
Ayo, I spit from my block, man
Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
Stick a marriage through the gate when they locked in
You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in, that's real
My spit from my street men
All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeeps in
Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, feds dumb let 'em creep in, that's real
-- Synced by NoManCG --
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