| Yeah, nigga |
| The smoke of New York |
| Get up, come on |
| There’s nowhere to run to when death becomes you |
| Some say your soul may burn in the flame |
| So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you |
| Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave |
| You a rider right, that ride tonight |
| Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight |
| Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed |
| Nigga shit is real in the field |
| What’s the procedures nigga |
| When you got a hammer in your mouth? |
| When you laid down and cry? |
| When you stand up and die? |
| Like the man that I am, fire |
| Yes, yes, give 'em the whole thang |
| I’m a legend in the town, now |
| Since your all gangstered up lets get the fuck down |
| Big Bill dancin' I’m reppin for buck town |
| Nigga see me dummin' I’m comin', clutchin' the pound |
| Don’t worry about my whereabouts |
| We air um out, clear um out, yes yes |
| The pressure’s on now, you need to get your hammers up |
| Th-th-that's what’s up |
| You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up |
| Brownsville, cl-cl-clap it up |
| Fif put in the call |
| We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, yes yes |
| There’s nowhere to run to when death becomes you |
| Some say your soul may burn in the flame |
| So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you |
| Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave |
| You a rider right, that ride tonight |
| Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight |
| Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed |
| Nigga shit is real in the field |
| You got these young niggaz hollerin' murderer |
| Copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka |
| Niggaz don’t give a fuck |
| I seen a nigga shoot my momz |
| Right in front of my mother fuckin' face |
| See in the 'ville, ain’t such a thing as a straight bullet |
| When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it |
| Slugs ain’t never outta season |
| All you gotta do is give a mother fucker one reason |
| Blood stains on the ceilin' |
| Same place he stood, that’s what they leave 'em |
| Don’t black it out, lets just squeezin' off with your gun |
| 'Cuz you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young |
| You know the drill |
| I’ma give your ass three seconds to bounce |
| And you better not chark |
| One, fuck that, dumb bitch, rest in bliss |
| There’s nowhere to run to when death becomes you |
| Some say your soul may burn in the flame |
| So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you |
| Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave |
| You a rider right, that ride tonight |
| Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight |
| Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed |
| Nigga shit is real in the field |
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