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[Intro]
Yo Fuck that!
Word to mother yo
Who you runnin with? AFFICIAL NAST! Fuck that!
Who you runnin with? AFFICIAL NAST!
[Fredro Starr]
Yo, Im goin straight for ya head to leave you headless
Eyez are redness, I spray rap cats, to burn a lack tips
Point like rain, I take aim, blow ya brain out the frame
Eight shotsll touch ya, spit ya physical structure
MUTHAFUCKA this is lyrical destructure!
Path from disaster, face Nast comin at ya
Full blast, I catch ya fragile ass, breath like ya astma
Couldnt kill less, you approach your near death
My hollow tips, rip a kid thats politic, with da villains
The devil himself, a rebel in himself, trapped in America
Assassinate ya charachter, slaughter ya
Twenty more holes in ya (norica?), FUCK ALL OF YA!
What?! Bringin MCs, YEAH, callin ya
Livin like a nigga with six months to live
On da edge of life, wouldnt think twice, to make a SACRIFICE!
To a hoist, ya niggaz aint drew to life, my whole crew is trife!
So bring ya wildest nigga rappin for ya team
See his ass who was clean, this is Suicide Queens
Where gats bust, cut rope, cross Callahtaru
Gather shatter you, feel the pain, son imaginable
Self shit, straight from the hood, the dirty black shit
Rap shit, get ya back ripped, plus the gat spit
Blown in the cockred bag, or 32 tracks
Murder you in raps, let my wild dogs bust the CATS!
Styles leave the best dead, I stay breast-fed
And when I die, be handcuffed til my deadbag
[Chorus] *Sample from "Rampage"*
[Sticky Fingaz]
Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you least expect it
I never fuck pussy, that seeds infected
Fuck a brain frie, make me think he rational
If I even think you sceamin, YOU KNOW IMA BLAST YOU
Im too raw, what issue out your gore? I cut through any challenger
Or top macho immature, youd rather be in the Projects
But an ass, wheres a hundred Gs cash
You know gun, in the fuck with Sticky, Fredro n Son
You lookin at one desperate nigga, you shouldntve messed with
I had a doctor scared, movin (----)(?)
Memba when I test it, this nigga manhood
To see if he was a true nigga, so I pulled out my gun
Gave some dramatic asspiece, and pulled the trigger
Haha! Barrel empty, joke on New Jack
He cold, pissed his pants, pulled his cover, he in New Jack
You know where Im comin from, most of my niggaz pump n jump%7F
And when its time to dump and run, I never jump the gun
Or get cold feet, I hold heat, ya niggaz dont know me
And six hours are made of four years
Got high shit for your ears, sorry somethin that I never felt yo
Fingatips made em fell chrome, you talkin shit like its a little game
Thats now how we get down, beef is my middlename
So dont die over nonsense, I aint got no conscious
Come out ya face you gettin shot, everything was spittin hot
I need fame without the bread, like I need a hole in the head
And insult the injury, you cant fuck with me, guess thats not ya capuchi
Im every star me, if you haul what you eat, fuck the rookies rejects
Play close and detects, I had a hard life, grew up too quik
But kept it tight with my true clique, I start in a new flip
Fuck youre frontin for? I seen back, what you tell between your leg
Afficial Nast in da house to meet em dead!
[Chorus]
[Sonsee]
You takin a RIDE, in da ambulance
You catch mad damages, cock the hammer shit
Leave you Los like Angeles, You aint brick, my stock-o
But paper my shit, whatever you got, to take in da way
YOURE BAKIN TODAY, trust that, its time to crush cats
When I bust raps, I rust tracks and oft act, BUCKWILD!
Army comin through, hear nigga, DRUNK STYLE!
FUCK YOU! FUCK THE JUDGE! FUCK TRIAL!
Im givin nigga shatter egos, I keep fools
On pet bet face more threat, MAKE EM EAT THOSE!
Leave goals my death, sleep hos get wet
If that aint enough, we come through and hold ya shit
Hit you with da FIREWORKS, you see the stars BLINKIN
I really BANG THEM and prepare you for Gods ANGELS
Its not a humble, but some shit you cant come through
Nigga try to blow he gotta go, and now you know
Hes fearin, from the fearious, irious, dead serious, high styrious
Feelin ya, interior, wait nervousness for ya services
WE CUTTIN OFF YOUR CIRCULATION, AND DEAD IN YA PURPOSES!
We them niggaz you cant FUCK with, friend will shine
All mics I slang (--), change your mind
Of those thinkin they playin theirself, NEXT is ACTION
Ya stole, you muthafuckaz gettin CHROME!
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