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  • Yeah, yeah, 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 essence
    I don't give a **** about my presence
    I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
    For the next crab ***** to step and meet fate
    I'm lethal when
    I see you, there is no sequel
    Twenty-four seven,
    Mac 11 is my people
    So, why you wanna end your little life like this?'
    Cuz now you bump heads 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 **** back in a calm like motion
    No signs of anger or fear 'cuz you the one in danger
    Never share your plans with a stranger, word is born
    I put the glock on you kid, now
    I got youYou got the heart to get busy without your crew
    Let's get it on *****, do what we gotta do
    You bucking me,
    I'm bucking right back at you
    I put the glock on you kid, now
    I got youYou got the heart to get busy without your crew
    Let's get it on *****, do what we gotta do
    You bucking me,
    I'm bucking right back at you
    **** where you're at kid, it's where you're from'
    Cuz where
    I'm from, ****** pack nuthin' but the big guns
    Around my way, ****** don't got remorse for out of towners
    Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder
    The loud sounder, ear ringer
    And I'ma point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers
    You got a real ice grill but are you really real?
    Step to the hill, then
    I'ma test your gun skills'
    Cuz real ****** don't try to profile
    You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle
    But swing that ******** this way
    And I'ma make your visit to the bridge a muthafukin' short stay
    Queensbridge, that's where
    I'm fromThe place where stars are born and phony rappers get done
    Six 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 ****
    What the hell you smoking?
    What the **** possessed you
    To come out your face?
    Now I have to wet you
    Throw on my tims, black mask and black serpent
    Twist a ***** cap, then jump in the
    J-30'Cuz I put the glock on you kid, now
    I got youYou got the heart to get busy without your crew
    Let's get it on *****, do what we gotta do
    You bucking me,
    I'm bucking right back at you
    Who's the richest ***** in the project, who got it live
    Rocking convertibles, drop tops and mad high?
    Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team
    Who's organize, all eyeballs is on cream
    And your whole clique got nothin' but raw ****
    Whip after whip, stay flashing your **** 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, *****es holding your guns
    You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in saran
    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
    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 ****** getting wet up in the projects
    But wit no doubt, shorty's out for his respect
    But is his brain insane from the lye
    From smoking that 118, [Incomprehensible]
    Why, a ***** 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
  • Yeah, yeah, 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 essence
    I don't give a **** about my presence
    I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
    For the next crab ***** to step and meet fate
    I'm lethal when
    I see you, there is no sequel
    Twenty-four seven,
    Mac 11 is my people
    So, why you wanna end your little life like this?'
    Cuz now you bump heads 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 **** back in a calm like motion
    No signs of anger or fear 'cuz you the one in danger
    Never share your plans with a stranger, word is born
    I put the glock on you kid, now
    I got youYou got the heart to get busy without your crew
    Let's get it on *****, do what we gotta do
    You bucking me,
    I'm bucking right back at you
    I put the glock on you kid, now
    I got youYou got the heart to get busy without your crew
    Let's get it on *****, do what we gotta do
    You bucking me,
    I'm bucking right back at you
    **** where you're at kid, it's where you're from'
    Cuz where
    I'm from, ****** pack nuthin' but the big guns
    Around my way, ****** don't got remorse for out of towners
    Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder
    The loud sounder, ear ringer
    And I'ma point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers
    You got a real ice grill but are you really real?
    Step to the hill, then
    I'ma test your gun skills'
    Cuz real ****** don't try to profile
    You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle
    But swing that ******** this way
    And I'ma make your visit to the bridge a muthafukin' short stay
    Queensbridge, that's where
    I'm fromThe place where stars are born and phony rappers get done
    Six 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 ****
    What the hell you smoking?
    What the **** possessed you
    To come out your face?
    Now I have to wet you
    Throw on my tims, black mask and black serpent
    Twist a ***** cap, then jump in the
    J-30'Cuz I put the glock on you kid, now
    I got youYou got the heart to get busy without your crew
    Let's get it on *****, do what we gotta do
    You bucking me,
    I'm bucking right back at you
    Who's the richest ***** in the project, who got it live
    Rocking convertibles, drop tops and mad high?
    Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team
    Who's organize, all eyeballs is on cream
    And your whole clique got nothin' but raw ****
    Whip after whip, stay flashing your **** 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, *****es holding your guns
    You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in saran
    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
    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 ****** getting wet up in the projects
    But wit no doubt, shorty's out for his respect
    But is his brain insane from the lye
    From smoking that 118, [Incomprehensible]
    Why, a ***** 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