Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Clifford Peacock, Vincent Fuller, Donald Hawkes, Nasir Jones, Trevor Smith, Arthur Baker, Salaam Remi Gibbs
Ay fellas, I think you might wanna
S-sneak your ratchet in here for this one
Ay ladies, put your petroleum jelly on your face
Yo nas, we got a big bet in the streets that you knock
They ass out in the first 30 seconds of the first round, get 'em
Sittin' up drunk, shufflin' thoughts
Got paper but I'm lost
Losin' focus what a nigga still hustlin' for
My seed is straight, the fam is settled
Idle time get the man in trouble
When wifey tourin', my life get borin'
Start to remember all types of torment
The Devil's callin', but I don't answer
Mom passed from cancer, leavin' behind
Two granddaughters, two grandsons, two 9's
Next to me in the phantom, who lyin'?
Big screen documentaries of Adi Amain
Gotta, try to stay away from creeps
With they bullshit, tryin' to put me back in the streets
War stories, funerals
Where feds be layin' from a dreadful slayin'
Body viewing's at the wake
Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket
With his eyelids still open, it's kinda spooky
Iceman watch on, the suit Gucci
I'm above the standard
But dude just mar-salis than Bradford
Thinkin' you're too rich, they wanna gun ya
Kidnap ya 'cause of they hunger, but you fuckin' with hunters
Camoflauged in black hoods that dump clips
'Cause real niggaz die over dumb shit
Camoflauged in black hoods that dump clips
'Cause real niggaz die over dumb shit
Fight, fists, dance, suckah
Suicide, bounce, brother
Ice, whips, cash, nigga
Watch yo' big ass, momma
Fight, fists, dance, suckah
Suicide, bounce, brother
Ice, whips, cash, nigga
Watch yo' big ass, momma
To your power structure, Nas is dangerous
Y'all the antithesis, the opposite
Twitchin' shit, all up in your body language
Mean muggin' your bitch, 'cause she leans over
To look closer told you y'all sloppy gangsters sayin'
"Nas is this and nas is that"
Your eyes go front, your eyes go back
Surprised I'm at the same place y'all be at
It's obvious you don't know how I react
Like I don't know where the party's at
You're foamin' at the mouth, losin' breath
Like a cardiac arrest, but I ain't impressed
'Cause the fact is, y'all don't really want it
Two to the head, fo' to the stomach
Call more security 'cause I come off
Anywhere you're at you scary cats
If you dare squeeze back, guns shall rain
A thousand times harder than when I first came, y'all not relentless
Y'all dumb and y'all just forgot about the consequences
Not a jail sentence but see the nigga you feed'll
Kick it to dude that kick it to me
We possess, the recipes for death, 'cause jealousy destroys
Feed the dog first, watch out for salmonella poisoning
I know a kid who'll throw shit in your food
And say, "That's the way you kill a man, avoid the shooting"
Fight, fists, dance, suckah
Suicide, bounce, brother
Ice, whips, cash, nigga
Watch yo' big ass, momma
Fight, fists, dance, suckah
Suicide, bounce, brother
Ice, whips, cash, nigga
Watch yo' big ass, momma
You smile in my face, secretly I know, you want my place
You waitin' on me to choke, don't want a nigga to breathe
Wanna come cut my throat, you wanna get rid of me
But before I let it happen them guns gon' start clappin'
And y'all gon' rest in peace, 'cause death is the recipe
Before I let it happen them guns gon' start clappin'
And y'all gon' rest in peace, 'cause death is the recipe
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