we packin' And they don't understand them niggas rappin' But still they actin' like criminals [Unverified] reciprocal They don't know it, even though Oh, no, no, can't let you
talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat But when I see you in the streets I got ya get back (Word) It ain't enough protection on ya ass, to fuck
eyes on you I bet you don't think I know no better but sanging the blues Oh but brother have I got news for you, I'm something And I know you know that
and chain From the third coast trenches where the killers don?t think Where them boys be slugged up and tatted up with that ink These 'lil cowards tryna assassinate
you return If you've a lesson to teach me Don't deviate, don't be afraid Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate Let's get it ingrained If
Digable crew, Now you and I know the science so don't front, Cause Brooklyn won't front, naw, we don't front, In fact, it's gettin' like a daily operation
like it's legal Push you back a few feet, send you sailin' like a seagull When we clash in the street, why was you bailin' if you evil (You ain't evil
aftermath! I come equipped, my tongue and lips are like a hundred clips Look behind you, I'll blind you like when the sun eclipse Ain't no second chances
You won't win I dare you to come against me I dare you to defeat me I dare you to come for me You won't win I dare you to come against me I dare you
of vans like Hannibal Smith Man I spit a thousand rounds, your squad don't need it Shredders in a riot pump leave you quadriplegic When I squeeze don't
Nigga puffin' voos heard you got married to a crack like You need to get some get right like mac mall 'Cuz it act like you can?t rap at all We havin
Buck with a .45 Make you open while You blast at the parking lot What you speakin' on Wanna go through it Drink a lot, made from fluid Scrump bitch, don't you
Come closer, I don't really like the distance, Girl i beg you take 'em clothes off right this instant, When i get inside babe i can be quite convincing
the head Got me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead Don't trip, get a grip, be strong an' don't fake it Or else you get beat down an' stripped
You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten You're in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew Don't mean shit to me and you ain't got a
You looking for action don't judge us avenge us redempt us Don't give me negligence your all though in time no revenges Do what you want do what you
we die You niggas don't really know shit I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch Here is something that they just don't get I don't give a