(Verse 1 - Crypt The Warchild)
I'm infatuated with the fast line life, my forehead lacerated like they just rained prize
or b**** captivated when I'm activated, nine planets under my palm, y'all n***** have to hate it
I let y'all debate who the one who rap the greatest, deadweight n***** get your f****** souls a**assinated
the most manic depressive s*****ing your necklace, passive aggressive unleashing havoc on a record
Your team is gay, how manage to rep it? I'm the slum chemistry f*****s get disconnected
venomous rhetoric flooding your block, you're too delicate, hot slugs and metal rip, can't wait to see the pellets hit
(Verse 2 - Des Devious)
Chrome I hold will detach your body from soul, snub-nosed bulldog four-four when I roll
big heat will change my dip and the way that I stroll, made me to perfection, baker shattered the mould
Yeah, see n***** slug it out for absolutely nothing, like rumours on who they baby momma's sucking and f****** [me]
debating on who running the block them n***** be hugging, ? crunch time guess who doing the buzzing
That's why this n**** bringing up my name in lame discussion, should be serving life for hammers and weight that I'm clutching
four-four Mags what we pack, name of the track, cut no slack, just react so bring it back n****
(Verse 3 - Vinnie Paz)
I was raised in the Congo by religiously trained Santos, with horns from the trees and magnificent played bongos
Vinnie is the head honcho, pop your eyes out, with my bare hands, there's blood on my grand poncho
I don't give a flying f*** though, we all nutso, put you in a wall underneath where they lay stucco
if I was you I'd pray, bucko, you could be the first m*********** that I cut and the vein cut slow
Speaking of the cut though rawer than Peruvian and Vinnie P blast with heat like I'm Vesuvian
if y'all wanna overstand death then y'all should screw with him, hooligans who beef when it ain't got nothing to do with them
(Verse 4 - Demoz)
Where I'm from n***** wouldn't dare to take the same route, I ain't gotta say no names to get my name out
it's f***** up what the game about but, voices ain't been the same since T-Pain came out
If you ain't shooting you gonna get shot, but nowadays n***** is p****, they do the shooting when they get shot
get your b**** shot, chin shot, spit a shell, not a rap to make your m************ hip pop
I don't get shot, I stay strapped like a flip-flop, Mazerati Mazi get gwap before I get got
if not they gonna have to put me in the dirt, it's either that or they gonna have to cuff me, book like a clerk
Put me in the cell for a pistol and the shell, miserable as hell cause a n**** wouldn't tell
school of hard knocks, n**** wouldn't fail, got detention for a cell so they put me in the cell
I'm infatuated with the fast line life, my forehead lacerated like they just rained prize
or b**** captivated when I'm activated, nine planets under my palm, y'all n***** have to hate it
I let y'all debate who the one who rap the greatest, deadweight n***** get your f****** souls a**assinated
the most manic depressive s*****ing your necklace, passive aggressive unleashing havoc on a record
Your team is gay, how manage to rep it? I'm the slum chemistry f*****s get disconnected
venomous rhetoric flooding your block, you're too delicate, hot slugs and metal rip, can't wait to see the pellets hit
(Verse 2 - Des Devious)
Chrome I hold will detach your body from soul, snub-nosed bulldog four-four when I roll
big heat will change my dip and the way that I stroll, made me to perfection, baker shattered the mould
Yeah, see n***** slug it out for absolutely nothing, like rumours on who they baby momma's sucking and f****** [me]
debating on who running the block them n***** be hugging, ? crunch time guess who doing the buzzing
That's why this n**** bringing up my name in lame discussion, should be serving life for hammers and weight that I'm clutching
four-four Mags what we pack, name of the track, cut no slack, just react so bring it back n****
(Verse 3 - Vinnie Paz)
I was raised in the Congo by religiously trained Santos, with horns from the trees and magnificent played bongos
Vinnie is the head honcho, pop your eyes out, with my bare hands, there's blood on my grand poncho
I don't give a flying f*** though, we all nutso, put you in a wall underneath where they lay stucco
if I was you I'd pray, bucko, you could be the first m*********** that I cut and the vein cut slow
Speaking of the cut though rawer than Peruvian and Vinnie P blast with heat like I'm Vesuvian
if y'all wanna overstand death then y'all should screw with him, hooligans who beef when it ain't got nothing to do with them
(Verse 4 - Demoz)
Where I'm from n***** wouldn't dare to take the same route, I ain't gotta say no names to get my name out
it's f***** up what the game about but, voices ain't been the same since T-Pain came out
If you ain't shooting you gonna get shot, but nowadays n***** is p****, they do the shooting when they get shot
get your b**** shot, chin shot, spit a shell, not a rap to make your m************ hip pop
I don't get shot, I stay strapped like a flip-flop, Mazerati Mazi get gwap before I get got
if not they gonna have to put me in the dirt, it's either that or they gonna have to cuff me, book like a clerk
Put me in the cell for a pistol and the shell, miserable as hell cause a n**** wouldn't tell
school of hard knocks, n**** wouldn't fail, got detention for a cell so they put me in the cell