(feat. Prodigy (Mobb Deep), Twin) [Verse One] Reflections of my own life flash like a fire Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream Fall for cenetries physical and the mental When I crashed through work I was cursed but still I Quit my curse found my hustle Stack paper made it world wide Feeling the dream, dont be a hater son Think you the greater one Gotta put you on the fader son Cut your ass up see you later Gotta drop till your praying ***** You ain't a player hust a frail ***** I'm the slayer in your nigh**ares Unstoppable When you see me on the street Call a audible I got you covered, face it And you can't dodge this bullet baby This ain't the matrix Got to put you in your placement Hide your body in the bas***nt Your boys wonder where your face went [Chorus 2X] Homey we keet those on us Smoke like mufflers To calm down/ I sell But still explode Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self They can't **** with us, we laugh last [Verse Two] Backbreakers of the game Many many musical Legendary criminal destined to be professional I rain supreme Ever since my days you rock vest just to push your range No doubt about it We grew up in the cloud Read up in your magazine just to see what were about Peep into the case, see me, ask Why that black ass ***** flow over the piano Droppin it good For that hoody in the front row Thats my good pro down for the juggalo Three guns busted for the battle man Shoot the whole scene make the motherf****r rattle Duece, double o, slow Church folk say we ain't got too many more Either man rush I'm gonna hit em with the head rush So be careful on what you trusting [Chorus 2X] [Verse Three] Yo I was walking on the block Heard a couple shots Caught one in the leg And I know who did it They gonna get it Wrap up my leg Bounced upstairs and got strapped up I love that drama s*it I'm all gassed up I lit that kush up and got doughed up And thought about all the foul s*it I did I can't help it, I was this way since a kid Then I slide out the crib Hunt down my pray The look in my eyes like I sniffed some yay Ran up on homes And blast away He passed away twin got the last laugh today Anybody front I keep that on me You had to die homey thats part of the game I got guns put ****** don't know how to aim I'm in the shooting range mastering the art [Chorus 2X]
(feat. Prodigy (Mobb Deep), Twin) [Verse One] Reflections of my own life flash like a fire Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream Fall for cenetries physical and the mental When I crashed through work I was cursed but still I Quit my curse found my hustle Stack paper made it world wide Feeling the dream, dont be a hater son Think you the greater one Gotta put you on the fader son Cut your ass up see you later Gotta drop till your praying ***** You ain't a player hust a frail ***** I'm the slayer in your nigh**ares Unstoppable When you see me on the street Call a audible I got you covered, face it And you can't dodge this bullet baby This ain't the matrix Got to put you in your placement Hide your body in the bas***nt Your boys wonder where your face went [Chorus 2X] Homey we keet those on us Smoke like mufflers To calm down/ I sell But still explode Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self They can't **** with us, we laugh last [Verse Two] Backbreakers of the game Many many musical Legendary criminal destined to be professional I rain supreme Ever since my days you rock vest just to push your range No doubt about it We grew up in the cloud Read up in your magazine just to see what were about Peep into the case, see me, ask Why that black ass ***** flow over the piano Droppin it good For that hoody in the front row Thats my good pro down for the juggalo Three guns busted for the battle man Shoot the whole scene make the motherf****r rattle Duece, double o, slow Church folk say we ain't got too many more Either man rush I'm gonna hit em with the head rush So be careful on what you trusting [Chorus 2X] [Verse Three] Yo I was walking on the block Heard a couple shots Caught one in the leg And I know who did it They gonna get it Wrap up my leg Bounced upstairs and got strapped up I love that drama s*it I'm all gassed up I lit that kush up and got doughed up And thought about all the foul s*it I did I can't help it, I was this way since a kid Then I slide out the crib Hunt down my pray The look in my eyes like I sniffed some yay Ran up on homes And blast away He passed away twin got the last laugh today Anybody front I keep that on me You had to die homey thats part of the game I got guns put ****** don't know how to aim I'm in the shooting range mastering the art [Chorus 2X]
